A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Chapter 138 Do You Dislike The Smell Of Wax Gourd On Me

Because of the Charity Jewelry Auction, a lot of new markets opened up for LA Jewelry, which established their reputation in Jingshi City. Now, they were knee deep in orders because of the event. Jacob was currently away on a business trip. Because he did not bring Emily with him this time, he had Sam stay behind, in Jingshi City, to protect her.

While Jacob was away, Victor finally came back from his trip abroad.

Emily was ecstatic when she heard Victor was back. She rushed to the airport to pick him up.

When she got there, the airport was full of people arriving and waiting.

Emily scanned the crowd and saw a man wearing a windbreaker by the exit, a cold expression on his face.

Emily jogged towards him, her arm up in a wave, and yelled,"Mr. Victor! You're finally back!"

Victor looked up when he heard his name and saw Emily run towards him. She was healthy, full of energy and life. Emily was lucky to experience all those. If Anne hadn't gone through that accident, she would have been running as free and alive as Emily.

With Anne in his mind, Victor's cold eyes softened with a gleam for a second. It disappeared before Emily saw it.

Emily ran towards Victor, who had the cold expression back on his face. She reached for his luggage to help him but Victor stopped her with his arm.

"I can do that myself."

Emily was surprised at his tone. "Um, okay." Victor seemed different this time, Emily thought. He would stare at her face every now and then, but when she looked back, Emily saw nothing in his eyes. It all

felt like an illusion to her. Victor seemed strange.

Victor looked back at Emily again, his eyes different this time. He lessened the coldness in his eyes and made it a little more tender. He asked Emily,"How are you doing, working by yourself in LA Jewelry?"

"It's fine." Emily continued to tell Victor about what happened to LA Jewelry after the auction.

Victor listened patiently to Emily's story. He gave her a few tips and advice whenever she paused. It was a good conversation, a harmonious one, and Emily enjoyed it.

As they pull out of the airport, Victor invited Emily to have lunch with him. Emily was honored. Here was a respected designer, admired by many for years, and who had helped her so many times, invited her to lunch. She accepted without hesitation.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they were ushered inside a private room. They sat next to each other and discussed jewelry while they waited for their food to be served.

Emily enjoyed this conversation. It was only been a few minutes and she was already noticed a difference in Victor's attitude towards her. He wasn't as cold and distant as before.

"Mr. Victor, did something good happen during your trip? You've just been in a very good mood."

Victor raised his eyes and unconsciously ran his fingers across the table. He smiled with his lips and his eyes and gazed into Emily's,"Yes."

Something good did happen to him and he almost missed it. That was one of the reasons he had to come back to Jingshi City.

Emily was mesmerized by Victor's smile and found herself with a smile on her face, too. She shook her head and focused on Victor. "Mr. Victor, you should really smile more often. God loves it when peopleAll content is © N0velDrama.Org.

laugh more, and more good things will happen to you when you do."

"Okay, if you say so."

The waiter arrived with their hot food inside their private room. But when she was about to place the hot soup bowl on the table, she tripped and the soup bowl slipped and the hot liquid flew towards Emily.

Victor saw what happened before Emily and his face changed. He quickly stretched his arms towards Emily and covered her from the hot liquid. The hot liquid spilled on Victor's back instead.

"I am sorry, sir. I am so sorry. I did not mean to do this." The waiter had fear in her eyes as she watched Victor get hit by the hot soup liquid. She apologized again and again.

Victor's eyes clouded over with anger but he took a deep breath and his eyes lightened. The waiter reached over to wipe Victor's back with a towel but Victor stopped her. "It's fine. Just get someone to bring a shirt for me," he said.

The waiter scrambled towards the door, near tears. Emily was still in shock and it took her a few minutes to recover. Surprised at Victor's action, she quickly asked,"Mr. Victor, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Victor smiled and said,"Good thing I wore a jacket so I didn't get burned. But my shirt is wet. And greasy."

"Oh, thank God!" Emily clutched her heart and exhaled a deep breath and discovered Victor still had her in his arms. She cleared her throat and Victor released his arms around her.

"Well, do you hate the smell of wax gourd on me?" asked Victor.

The soup that spilled on Victor was made with wax gourd and spareribs.

When Emily heard what he said, she immediately explained,"No! I mean, thank you, Mr. Victor!"

If Victor didn't do what he did, the hot liquid could have burned her face.

"Oh, never mind. I was only kidding."

'Kidding? When did Victor learn how to do that?'

Emily asked in her head, 'This is so different from who he was before, better and more human.'

They were silent as they waited for the waiter to bring a replacement shirt for Victor. However, Victor was becoming uncomfortable with his wet shirt and took off his jacket. He began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Emily turned her eyes away when Victor began to unbutton his shirt. She even stepped out of the private room, saying that she would go and look for a clean shirt for him.

After the waiter handed her a clean spare shirt, Emily returned to their private room. When she reached the door, she hesitated about what she should do next.

Before she could reach out to open the door, her cellphone rang in her pocket with a familiar tune.

Emily reached for her phone and answered without even looking at the name on the screen,"Hello?"

"Hey babe, miss me?" asked a soft charming male's voice on the other line. His voice sounded as beautiful as cello playing.

Emily's face warmed up. Only Jacob could flirt with her that way and make her blush and speechless instantly. She didn't know how to respond back, so she decided to change the subject,"Jacob, I wasn't expecting a call from you at this time, are you done with your work?"

Jacob was unsatisfied with Emily's response and ignored her question. "You haven't answered my question, Emily. Don't avoid it."

Emily smiled and pretended she didn't hear what he asked. "What was your question? The signal is choppy here. Hello? Hello! I can't hear you. Can you hear me?" she said.

Jacob chuckled,"Naughty little girl."

Emily clearly imagined the bright smile on Jacob's face. Her phone was glued to her ears and she could clearly hear Jacob's voice. "I'm not a little girl anymore," she muttered in a low, unhappy voice.

Right after she uttered those words, Victor's voice bellowed from inside the private room. "Emily, did you get the shirt?"

"Yeah-" Emily shouted back. She saw the shirt in her hand and remembered why she was out there. But she immediately realized something was wrong.

Emily heard nothing but silence on the other end of the phone.

"Jacob? You still there?" Emily called out Jacob's name. She knew something was wrong.

"Who's with you? Where are you now? What are you doing there?" Jacob asked with no emotions in his voice. Emily couldn't figure out what Jacob felt at that moment. But she had a guess.

'Maybe Jacob has misunderstood the situation.'

Because Jacob was very jealous and possessive about her, Emily took her time before she spoke, careful not to agitate the situation,"It's not what you think, Jacob. Let me explain."

"Okay, explain."

"Mr. Victor just got back to Jingshi City. And I picked him up at the airport. We're just having lunch. The waiter was about to serve the hot soup but she tripped and spilled the hot soup. Mr. Victor covered me to protect me and the soup spilled on him. I got a clean shirt from the waiter and I'm here outside the

room where we're eating, ready to give it to him." Emily explained without taking a break, her throat parched from all the talking.