The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping, but when I woke up, I was slightly better. When I realized that it was Emily who came to visit, a bolt of energy ran through my body even though could barely push myself out of bed an hour before.

I had barely spoken to her ever since the wedding. It was clear that she was keeping her distance, and I respected her wishes. I knew that she was probably confused, and I didn't want to add more salt to her cuts.

Although I couldn't eat anything since yesterday because of how nauseous I felt, I couldn't say no to her food. I couldn't say no to her or anything from her. Perhaps I was desperate but having her here to take care of me while I was sick gave me a glimpse of hope

I couldn't help but feel that there was a chance for us. I was more than aware of the pain I caused her, but I Whenever I saw her around me. believed that I could make her happy again. I could be a better man. I wasn't going to repeat my mistakes again. If she gave me an what true love was like.

Slowly, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I was in a horrendous state, and I didn't like the fact that Emily had to see me like that

My body was still exhausted, but I didn't like giving in to illness. I put on a t-

shirt and sweatpants and brushed my hair. I walked out of the room and made my way downstairs, but just before I descended the stairs, I noticed the fight of Emily's old bedroom on, and the tray was placed right bride the door.

"I went there and found the door not fully closed. When I walked inside, I found her asleep on the bed, making me smile. I missed seeing her here. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

I had always loved how she looked with minimal makeup. I wondered what brought her to that room. Did she miss it? I hoped she did.

I so wanted to get close to her, but I didn't because I didn't want her to get sick. I remembered the day I found her sick in that bed and I almost lost my mind because I didn't know how to take care of her. After taking all the tips from Mum, I took it upon myself to nurse her. She was still mad at

me for the way I talked to her, but I didn't stop until she forgave me. I smiled to myself as memories of the beginning of our relationship played in the back of my mind. Although I was walking on eggshells around her, I still liked that period. Maybe I needed to do what I once I reached for her shoulder and gently shook ber. "Em-Amelia," I caught myself before calling her with her old name. "Amelia, wake up."

She softly moaned and stretched her arms. I watched as she opened her mesmerizing eyes and I did my best not to stare at her. It was so hard to have a heart queen before you, yet you couldn't even look at her for long.

I watched as she looked around her in confusion and I tried not to laugh at how cute she looked. Once she took in her surroundings, she quickly sat up. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked.

"Not for long," I replied, not knowing since when she had been asleep, but I only slept for three hours and I fell asleep right after she left the room. so she must have fallen asleep after me.

I took a longer look at her and recognized the dress she had on. It was the one she wore to our first business dinner as a couple. It still looked amazing on her. She could pull anything off anyway.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, standing up. Before I got to answer her, she placed her hand on my forehead to check my temperature. "I think your temperature is still high. Let me get a thermomrier. Where is it? "There's one in my bathroom," I replied. She nodded at me and walked straight to my

bedroom.

I sat on her bed and waited for her to get back. I loved having her here. Just presence brought back the house's spirit. She brought joy wherever she

HEM.

She came back and gave me the thermometer. I placed it under my tongue and waited. I watched her as she made her way to the closet where she disappeared for less than five minutes and came back wearing what she had on "You should have kept the dress on, I commented, giving her the thermometer. I wasn't as feverish as I was; however, I was better.

"You still need to take the antipyretic," she told me in a motherly tone, ignoring what I said about the dress. Taking care of Rosie made her mum anitude take over whenever she had to take over of anybody

"I will" I nodded, I knew Emily well and just by looking at her face, I was aware that she had questions on her mind. "What do you want to ask?"Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked slightly surprised by what I had said; however, she didn't deny that I was right. "Why did you." She looked down and I could tell that she was slightly embarrassed by whatever she wanted to ask "Why did you keep everything I left behind?" "Because they're yours and I wasn't going to let go of

any of your belongings." I replied. "Did you think that I didn't notice! You left behind everything I bought you. Your message was clear, but that doesn't mean that I was going to let go of something you once wore or used. She stared at me as I spoke Twaited for her to say something, but she didn't. Instead, she walked to the bed and sat on its edge, finally looking at me. "You're making things

harder for yourself, Julian," she sighed. "That's

u's fine by me." I shrugged, taking a seat beside her. "The thing is, you don't believe that I'm sorry. You don't believe that I can be a good man, but I'm not willing to give up. Not yet at least." I was scared that I might be pushing her away by what I was saying, but maybe sh "You know," she let out a short chuckle. "Sometimes, I find myself wishing that you had given me the benefit of the doubt that day instead of throwing the pictures at me and making me sign the papers" 1 internally flinched when I remembered the way she looked as she s "I can still do that I can still make you happy."

I watched her, trying to read her mind, but it wasn't easy. She inhaled and stood up. My eyes were still glued to her, trying to find any sign that could be taken as hope.

"Listen, Julian." She nervously ran her hand through her black hair. I missed her blonde hair, but she was still stunning with black hair. "Right now, I'm confused. I'm not sure of anything or how I feel. Can you just can you give me time?"

Relief found its way to my heart, because what she had just uttered meant that there was hope and if time was all that she wanted, I would give it to her, she could have all the time in the world. I was willing to wait.

"Okay." I nodded. Perhaps this was the best I had ever felt in almost five years,