My Ex, Please Love Me Again

Maisie deliberately mentioned that she had taken the script to the hospital to show it to Julian, thinking that Emelia would thus asked about why Julian was in the hospital.

However, Emelia’s focus was entirely on the script, “He said yes to the new script? Great! Then you can arrange a time for a meeting. It really is better for everyone to sit down and discuss it together.”

Maisie had to say, “Okay, I’ll contact you when we’ve decided the time and the location.”

Seeing that Emelia was about to hang up the phone, Maisie added, “Emelia, Mr. Hughes is in hospital because of his stomach.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Emelia responded but her tone was polite, “Then wish him a speedy recovery.”

Maisie sighed silently and could only hang up the phone.

Maisie was just about to raise her hand to press the button when the lift door opened, at the exact same time, Ezra Cantillo came out of it with his hands in his trousers’ pockets.

After seeing her, Ezra greeted her with a smile, “Hi, Mays.”

Ezra always liked to call her Mays, making it seem as if the relationship between the two of them was very intimate.

But Maisie knew that Ezra was a playboy and flirting with women was a routine for him.

So she took a step back to greet him, “Good morning, Mr. Cantillo.”

However, even though she knew he was just chatting away, Maisie’s face couldn’t stop flushing slightly and her heart couldn’t stop beating faster.

Ezra took a step forward and continued to tease her, “Do you want to work in my company? Mr. Hughes is so manipulative and he has even put himself in the hospital.”

Maisie plucked up the courage to say, “Thank you for your kindness, but I have work to do, so I’ll leave now.”

With that, she stepped quickly into the lift and lifted her hand to press the closing button.

The heavy lift door closed, and Maisie breathed a long sigh of relief after the handsome man was isolated.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror, big black-framed glasses, ordinary features, the constant black, white and grey business attire. What would a prince like him see in her?

It was sweet yet heartbreaking to fall in love with someone who she could never be with.

Emelia heard the implication in Maisie’s words, but she chose to deliberately ignore it.

What could she do if she didn’t ignore it?

As Julian’s ex-wife, could she still care about Julian?

And Julian was not short of concern. Ten minutes ago, the news of Yvonne showing up at the hospital to visit Julian had already spread on the internet.

Emelia didn’t pay much attention to the gossip, and this message was sent to her by Nina.

Nina was in the entertainment industry, so naturally she was very concerned about these things.

Emelia looked at the trending news and realized that Julian was in hospital last night because of a stomach ailment, she wondered if he had been hospitalized due to angry because of her.

Nina’s voice to her was very contemptuous of Yvonne. “I am sick of Yvonne Sullivan. Is she afraid that she won’t be able to get married? Her beloved man is ill, but she dressed up in her Sunday best as if she is going to be photographed on the street. It looks like she had posed for the photo and bought the paparazzi to publicize her on Twitter.”

Emelia didn’t say anything, she remembered the image of that time when Julian was admitted to the hospital in the middle of the night with a sudden stomach ailment.

She looked disheveled at that time, but she didn’t even care about her image. Her heart was all about Julian, so she just put on a jacket and went to the hospital with the ambulance.

Only when she arrived at the hospital and Julian was confirmed to be fine did she realize that she was still wearing slippers.

But no matter how sincere Yvonne was to Julian, it was enough that Julian loved her.

As long as he loved her, everything was willingly done.

When Ezra knocked on the door and entered Julian’s ward, Yvonne was taking the congee she had made out of the food box.

After Ezra entered and leaned towards the end of Julian’s hospital bed, he smilingly teased Yvonne, “Woah, Ms. Sullivan, you’re gonna be a good wife. This congee smells amazing.”

“I haven’t had breakfast yet, so give me a bowl too.”

Yvonne glanced at him without good humor and gritted her teeth to squeeze out a smile, “You have plenty of people willing to make congee for you.”

Ezra came, when she had just arrived, how could she be with Julian alone?

It was a rare occasion when Julian had such a chance not to be busy with work, and she was looking forward to spending some time with him.

Yvonne thought the relationship between her and Julian had been insipid over the past year, a large part of the reason was that Julian was too busy, ether having meeting or going on a business trip.

With her own acting and some work in the first six months, the two of them had very little time to spend together.

And just as she was disgusted with Ezra’s arrival in her heart, Julian said to her after taking the congee she handed over, “Ezra and I still have business to talk about, you should go back first, thank you for the congee.”

Inwardly, Yvonne gnashed her teeth, but on the surface, she could only pretend to be generous and sensible.

She got up and took her bag and admonished, “You must drink all the congee, and don’t be too tired.”

Julian nodded, “Okay.”

At the side, Ezra waved his hand at Yvonne, “Sorry, Ms. Sullivan, I’ll treat you to dinner someday to express my apology.”

Yvonne coldly snorted and turned to walk away.

She didn’t care if Ezra invited her to dinner or not. She had never put a playboy like Ezra in her eyes.

Julian had preserved his moral integrity and there were not nasty women around him.

Except for Emelia, that shameless bitch who crawled into his bed!

Yvonne gnashed her teeth in hatred when she thought of Emelia, whose presence was like a thorn in her heart.

Even if she and Julian had divorced, that thorn could not be pulled out.

Not to mention the fact that Emelia had now returned and become a scriptwriter to join a film project related to Julian, not to mention the fact that Emelia was that good.

It was only after looking up Emelia’s biography that Yvonne realized that Emelia was actually academic, and that she was also Kelaina Salkowski’s chosen pupil.

She had never looked up to Emelia before and thought she was useless.

But now …

Yvonne took a deep breath, suppressed the depression in her heart and changed her face to a calm one and stepped into the lift, she had to face the reporters at the gate of the hospital later.

After Yvonne left, Ezra pulled a chair over and sat there, his long legs resting recklessly on the railing at the end of the bed.

He glanced at Julian and said, “I heard from Arthur that you were so angry with Emelia last night that your stomach hurt?”

Julian put the congee that he hadn’t even taken a sip in his hand back on the table, then said to Ezra without a smile, “Don’t mock at me.”

Ezra comforted him in a rare manner, “Emelia was lying that she didn’t love her, we all have seen her love to you for those three years.”

Including Julian himself, he must have felt it too.