Emma Johnson glanced at the business card. It was a real attending physician's card.
She remembered when they were kids, Elijah Clark used to whisper in her ear that his dream was to become a doctor. Now, that dream had finally come true.
"Elijah, congratulations. Your wish came true." When Emma smiled, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Elijah loved seeing her smile. That smile was like a clear river in spring, flowing through every dark corner of his heart. It was also like a winter fire, warming his cold left atrium.
He raised his eyes, his gaze filled with affection. "Yeah, I used to tell you all the time. The two dreams I wanted to achieve in my life finally came true when I turned thirty..."
Before he could finish, Elijah suddenly stood up. "I'll go to the bathroom..." When he looked back at Emma, there was nothing but an indescribable regret on his face.
Mia Lewis didn't notice anything unusual about Elijah. She smiled and nodded.
But Emma did. The smile on her face couldn't hold up anymore.
There was something hidden in Elijah's words. Of course, Emma knew exactly what his two dreams were.
Back then, Elijah was just a little kid. He followed her and Olivia Davis around all day, swearing to her that he would accomplish two things in his life.
First, to become a famous and respected doctor.
Second, to marry Emma Johnson and make her his wife.
...
Did anyone take a five-year-old seriously?
What if that child kept saying it for ten years?
What if that child said it again twenty years later? What would she think then?
Yes, Emma was twenty-seven. Elijah was twenty-five.
She was two years older than him. But if she could go back, ten years ago, before Elijah left without saying goodbye...
Back then, Emma didn't know Noah Taylor or Daniel Taylor at all.
So, would she and Elijah have had a different outcome?
Elijah walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, cupped his hands, and splashed water on his face.
The water was warm, but he still felt like some part of him had dropped to freezing.
Mia noticed Emma was spacing out. She reached out and waved her hand in front of Emma's eyes, her voice full of excitement. "Hey, Emma, what are you thinking about?"
"Huh? About what?" Emma snapped back from her memories. She looked at Mia, having no idea what she'd just said.
"You silly girl, I'm asking... what do you think about introducing Elijah to me?" Mia looked serious, but her eyes sparkled with joy.
"How old are you, sis?"
"Little old me is twenty-eight..." Mia said shamelessly.
"You're only twenty-five! You're three years older than him! And you're not embarrassed to call him 'sis'?" Emma's sharp tongue made a comeback.
As God was her witness, Emma didn't want to introduce Elijah to Mia. She just vaguely felt they weren't right for each other.
"I don't mind that he's younger than me. I'm a gentle, caring, and loving goddess."
Yeah, this girl must be possessed.
Did she mind now?
She was all fired up, but she didn't mean to be with him at all.
Mia didn't mind, but did Elijah mind?
Emma sneered at her lovesick expression. "Pfft... Are you a goddess? You're shameless to say that. I know you too well, just from how nervous you are."
"Don't sweat the details. How about helping your sister out?"
Well, Emma was truly defeated by this girl's persistence.
"Fine, fine. As long as Elijah doesn't mind, I'll raise both hands in agreement..." Emma finally agreed to be the so-called matchmaker under Mia's influence.
The only thing she hadn't done was eat a proper meal.
Just as she was about to pick up her chopsticks, her phone rang cheerfully.
Emma frowned and picked it up. Liam Williams!
Why couldn't people let her have a good meal?
She hadn't taken a single bite all morning, okay? What did he want now?
"Hello? What is it?" Emma's tone was full of displeasure, cold and distant.
Liam was already angry, and hearing her cold voice only made it worse.
What was going on now? She was having dinner with another man, and she answered the phone so unhappily?
He was used to getting his way. This woman was simply out of control. "I'm at the entrance of The Waterfront right now. I'm giving you three minutes. Get down here immediately." Liam's tone was filled with suppressed anger, his voice unconsciously rising a few decibels.
"I haven't eaten yet." Emma resisted, her face turning red with anger. She glanced at the fiery figure just walking in the door, and her tone softened a little. "Didn't you say you'd be home before eight? It's only six o'clock, isn't it?"
"I'll only say it once. Three minutes, Emma. If you dare to dawdle for half a second, come back and see how I deal with you."
Tolerance? Could she tolerate this?
So what? Did he want her to stand hungry at the door, waiting for her to have dinner with other men?
Liam's face was expressionless now, a little more aloof and noble. But in his deep eyes, there seemed to be a knife, and his brows were tightly furrowed. Matthew Clark, the driver, looked at him and felt a chill run down his spine.
"Liam, you're a grown man. How can you not keep your word? You said eight o'clock, and now you're changing it? Are you done?" Emma didn't see Liam's expression at that moment, so she naturally spoke her mind.
She didn't know that Liam's anger was about to burn down the whole street!
Emma only knew that she was the one being wronged. He said before eight o'clock, didn't he?
No matter how rogue or overbearing he was, how could he not even have the most basic sense of time?
What about trust between people?
Liam was stunned. What? Did she mean to yell at him?
Just for that... burning!
The anger in Liam's stomach had been held back again and again. His left hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and his knuckles made a cracking sound.
Matthew was silent. Even breathing started to feel difficult.
It was hard for him to be so frightened at his age.
But he had worked as a driver for Liam for so many years. It was only recently that he noticed the young master was extremely unstable.
It seemed like it started since the young lady appeared...
Liam's face was cold. He narrowed his eyes, a violent light flashing in them. "Emma, you only have two minutes now. If I can't see you in two minutes, I'll come up and personally invite you back. Do you want to try?"
Those three words, personally invite...
When they came out of Liam's mouth, they sounded so light. But only Emma could hear the meaning clearly.
She was really convinced. How could she have such an arrogant and unreasonable president?
What should she do now? She always felt that surrendering like this was too unwilling!
So... go? Or not?
Did she want to try to provoke him?
Guess if Emma will give in this time? How will Liam treat Elijah with arrogance and jealousy? Looking forward to Emma's bed play with her Liam? There's a blast today, in the afternoon, please pay attention!