Well, never mind.
Emma Johnson quietly comforted herself deep down. Trying to communicate with someone like Liam Williams would only backfire.
She bit her lip reluctantly, slipped her phone into her bag, turned to the driver, Matthew Clark, and asked, "Matthew, did my husband say anything when he left today?"
"No, ma'am."
"Did he seem upset?"
"I'm not sure, ma'am..." The driver was caught off guard by her question, his mind going blank, unable to recall anything.
Emma pressed further, "Did he leave early this morning?"
"It seems so, ma'am."
This answer nearly drove Emma crazy!
Would it kill him to give a proper response?
Ask three questions and get nothing—did he just ignore the boss's mood entirely?
It was incredibly frustrating.
Clearly, there was no news about what Emma wanted to know.
No news. That was bad news.
Liam must still be angry with her.
Thinking this way, Emma felt terrible.
Arriving at the Paris Cafe, Emma walked in and saw Isabella Miller stand up from her seat, waving at her.
Emma pulled her bag strap over her shoulder, walked over expressionlessly, and sat down.
Isabella seemed to be in a good mood today. It was rare to see her smile. Remembering the day she knelt at Emma's house, crying her eyes out, Emma found it hard to connect the two people.
No sooner had Emma sat down than Isabella couldn't wait to say, "Cousin, I want to give you a gift. Open it and see if you like it?"
She pushed a beautifully wrapped square box in front of Emma, looking at her happily.
Emma looked at the so-called gift with some reluctance. To be honest, since their relationship had soured, it had never been this good.
What kind of game was Isabella playing?
She couldn't figure it out for a moment, but she reached out and opened the box. Inside was a light pink dress made of high-quality chiffon. The front and hem were adorned with crystals. It was not only exquisite but also incredibly beautiful. Liam had given her many beautiful long dresses, but this one was truly special.
Emma stared at it for a long time, then looked up at Isabella in confusion. "This... is for me?"
"Yes, cousin. This evening gown looks amazing. I specially asked the most famous designer in the city to customize it for you. I hope you like it." Isabella could tell at a glance that Emma was captivated by the dress.
No woman could resist such a stunning dress. It fulfilled every woman's fairy tale fantasy.
No one could resist such a dreamy gown.
"But why are you giving me such a precious gift? You're a model. It suits you better. I... I can't accept it." Although Emma wanted it desperately, she pushed the dress back.
She knew Isabella well. She was such a calculating woman. Isabella never did anything without expecting something in return, so Emma wouldn't take it!
"Cousin, Christopher has told me everything. Without you, I wouldn't be able to continue working in China now. I know all about it, so I want to thank you..." As Isabella spoke, her eyes were full of sincerity, making it hard for Emma to refuse.
"Actually, you don't have to thank me. I just said it casually. Since you have the opportunity to stay in China, I hope you'll cherish every chance... How is Noah Taylor doing?"
Emma naturally thought of him when she saw Isabella. Although she had no relationship with Noah now, and never would in the future.
"His injuries are much better, but he doesn't talk or laugh much. I'm still worried. When will you go see him? Cousin, I believe you're the only one who can heal his broken heart."
God knows how much Isabella's heart bled when she said those words.
Although she didn't want to admit it, it was true.
In Noah's eyes, she was never as good as Emma, from beginning to end.
"Don't say that. Noah and I... are nothing anymore. But I'll try to persuade him. I won't forget what I promised you. I've had a lot of headaches these past two days. I'll let you know when I have time in a few days."
Thinking about her own unresolved troubles, how could she spare time to meddle in others' affairs?
"If there's nothing else, I'll go now. Take care of him and wait for my call." Emma stood up to leave.
"Cousin... the dress... you have to take it, okay? Besides, there's a Milan Fashion House press conference in two days. As the president's wife, how can you not have a decent dress?" Seeing that Emma didn't want to accept it, Isabella panicked and quickly called out to her.
"Forget it. Who says the president's wife has to wear something nice? It's fine. I'm leaving. Bye."
Emma finished speaking and left the cafe without looking back.
Isabella didn't chase after her. She watched Emma's retreating figure, her eyes dimming little by little, finally turning cold.
Isabella thought to herself, it seemed that flattering Emma last time had been very effective. If it weren't for her, she would probably have lost her job by now.
It seemed she should make good use of this relationship.
It would be best to regain the closeness she once had with Emma. After all, she was still Liam's cousin, right?
Thinking this, a sinister smile curled at the corner of Isabella's mouth, sending chills down anyone's spine.
Walking out of the cafe, Emma still felt a bit uncomfortable.
Although Isabella was her cousin, after everything that had happened, she couldn't be as carefree as before.
It was always awkward when the two of them were together.
Just as she stepped out and hadn't walked far, she received a phone call. Thinking about it, Emma hadn't received a call from an unknown number in a long time. She glanced at the number and casually pressed the answer button. "Hello?"
"Miss Johnson, it's me." A woman's voice came from the other end of the line.
It sounded familiar, but for a moment, she couldn't place it.
"Who is this?" Emma asked softly.
"Susan Clark, Emilia's mother. We met yesterday." Hearing this, Emma immediately understood.
Emilia Clark?
Wasn't that the girl she met yesterday?
"Mrs. Clark? Hello, how did you remember to call me?"
Thinking back carefully, she had indeed left her number when she left yesterday.