"Sounds good." Emily stood up and asked, "Do I need to go home and change my clothes or
anything?"
"You look good." Sam looked at Emily up and down. The girl had a natural beauty that didn't need too
much embellishment.
Emily was a striking woman. While she was not as classically lovely as Anne, any man would be happy
to have her on his arm. She was also from a rich family, so she had the refinement and grace of a well-
to-do woman.
She had always been an excellent woman. Sam appreciated her for that.
"Really?" Emily frowned and looked at her clothes. The more she looked at them, the more dissatisfied
she became. "I'm serious, Sam. I need to go home and change. I'll see you tonight!"
After that, Emily left. At this point, Sam could do nothing but shake his head, smiling.
Emily showed up on time, eight o'clock in the evening, as agreed. It was the first time meeting his
parents. No matter what, she had to look her best.
They agreed to meet at a cafe near the Feng Family's house. Emily went back home, picked out a
decent evening dress and put it on. Accompanied by Lee Zhang, the family chauffeur, she entered the
cafe elegantly.
Lee Zhang was an older man who had watched Emily grow up. He could tell that she had a date,
because she didn't dress that way normally.
Emily looked around nervously, fearing she might miss Sam.
"Miss, who are you waiting for?"
Hearing the voice, Emily whipped her head around. When she saw the familiar face, she said playfully,
"Mr. Zhang, why are you still here?"
"Just came to see who's giving you butterflies, that's all." After saying that, the chauffeur laughed under
his breath.
She looked at him again, smiling. She got even more nervous.
"Well, Mr. Zhang, I don't need any help here. I'll call you later tonight, okay?" Emily said as she pushed
the old knight into the car.
She didn't want Lee Zhang finding out anything. If he knew, her parents would also know, before she
had a chance to tell them.
Anything but that.
"Okay, okay. I'll go."
Lee Zhang got into the car with a smile. Before he left, he left Emily with a parting shot. "Miss, be
confident. You got this!"
"Aww, Mr. Zhang!"
Emily was so shy that she stamped her feet, but her heart was as sweet as honey. She was happy she
could hang out with Sam at his home, but then, she was a little nervous.
Sam was on the way to the cafe, after leaving the hospital. Fortunately, he didn't forget his date with
Emily.
He was a workaholic and often forgot a lot of things when he was working. Fortunately, he didn't forget
about his rendezvous with Emily.
"Buzz!" His phone rang when he was halfway there.
Sam answered, "Hello?"
"Sam, where are you? I need you here. Busy?"
It was Anne's voice. Sam immediately found a place and stopped the car. "What's wrong?"
Anne's voice sounded weak. Something must have happened.
"I don't know. My belly hurts. I wonder if it's the baby."
Anne's voice was quiet and weak. It must hurt a lot. Sam started the engine without hesitation.
"Where is Kevin?" He was worried something like that might happen. It seemed that Kevin was shirking
his responsibilities yet again.
Anne was biting her lips and sweating.
"He left. Not sure why."
As soon as he got home, Kevin went out again without looking back. He didn't even tell her where he
was going. She was happy to be back home, but she didn't expect that kind of pain as soon as she
returned to her room.
"Don't worry. I'll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, Sam roared off to Anne's house. But he forgot about Emily, and she was
left waiting in front of the cafe.
When he arrived, Sam found Anne lying on the ground. She was curled into a fetal position, sweating
and trembling.
"Anne! Are you okay?"
There was no servant in the house, and Anne was left there alone. As soon as Kevin left, she didn't
know who to call in case something happened. And something did happen. She felt pain in her womb.
She decided to call Sam.
She wouldn't forgive herself if there were something wrong with the baby.
Sam helped her up and reached out to feel her forehead. It was not hot and her temperature was
normal. But why was she sweating like that?
"Lie down on the sofa please." Sam helped Anne up and got her settled on the sofa. Then he went to
get her a glass of water.
And when he turned the tap on, only lukewarm water came out. She had no hot water.
When he walked into the kitchen, Sam saw that the kitchen was covered with a layer of dust. He
frowned and asked, "Where on earth is Kevin? How could he leave you here alone?"
Anne pressed her hands tight against her belly, and her face became paler and paler.
"I never count on him doing anything for me."
Her voice was so low that others could barely hear it. But Sam heard it clearly, which made him more
disgusted with what Kevin did.
"Lie down and don't try to talk."
As he boiled water, Sam fetched some wet towels to mop the sweat from Anne's forehead.
"You're very weak now. A little cold wind will make it worse, so you'd better stay inside in the coming
few days."
"Okay." In fact, Anne didn't want to go anywhere. She would rather stay at home alone.
When Sam saw that her face had turned blue, his eyes narrowed. He stood up and wanted to call
Kevin.
She asked him what he wanted to do. It was as if Anne read his mind.
Staring at her lovely face, Sam said softly, "I want to ask him if he wants the baby or not."
"Ha-ha." With a bitter smile, Anne said, "How could he not?"
Her smile had a lot of meaning. Seeing her smile so sadly, Sam finally put the phone into his pocket.
In front of the cafe, Emily was pacing back and forth, the wind catching her coat and threatening to tear
it from her. She took out her phone and checked the time. It was already nine o'clock, but Sam still
wasn't here.
She wanted to call him, but decided against it. What if he was in the middle of surgery? What if there
were still several patients waiting to see the doctor?
Thinking of this, she gave up on the idea.
She wore a pair of high-heeled shoes and was made up to replicate the natural look. If she was going
on a date, she wanted to look the part.
But after standing in the wind for so long, she couldn't hold on any longer. Her feet hurt a lot.
After she sat in the coffee chair by the door, a waiter came over and asked, "Miss, can I help you?"
"No, thanks." As soon as she refused, Emily called the waiter back. "I'm sorry, a cup of Macchiato,
please."
Waiting for someone was a torturous process. Emily didn't realize that until then. She'd waited awhile,
and she really couldn't understand why Sam wasn't there yet.
She took out her phone and looked at it again and again, but there were no missed calls. Did Sam
really forget her?
She found Sam's number in her contact list, but she couldn't press it. After thinking for a long time, she
gritted her teeth and decided to wait.
She wouldn't call Sam until the last minute. It would be bad if she disturbed him.
However, she waited a long time, but didn't see Sam. It was not until the coffee shop was about to
close that a waiter came up to talk to her.
"Miss, I'm sorry. We're closing the doors now. Are you headed back home? It's late."
Emily's clothing and manner suggested that she must be a rich lady. Never mind that she only ordered
a cup of coffee—the waiter treated her respectfully.
Hearing that, Emily lowered her eyes and smiled awkwardly. "Sorry for getting in the way. I guess I'm
leaving now."
After saying that, she stood up, and the smile on her lonely face gradually stiffened. 'It's so late. Sam
hasn't come yet. He must have forgotten me,' she thought.
Putting her arms around her exposed shoulders, Emily nodded slightly to the waiter and left the cafe.
The lights in the coffee shop dimmed. The baristas and waiters left the cafe too. Emily still waited in
front of the doors to the coffee shop.
It was already eleven o'clock. It was almost midnight. Emily was guessing that Sam wouldn't be here.
Somehow, her vision blurred through the tears. She sniffed, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
Her tears were caught by her nostrils, hanging there.
She never cried easily. Her nose was itchy. She raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the sky was overcast. It looked like rain. As soon as
Emily took out her phone and was about to call Lee Zhang, bean-sized rain drops fell from the sky.
With a click, a raindrop fell on her face. She frowned and was wet all over before she ducked under an
overhang.
She took out her bag and put it over her head. She ran to the door of the coffee shop. Fortunately,
there was a roof for her to avoid the rain, but the rain was too heavy. Even if there was a place to
protect her from the rain, the rain kept falling on her face.
She felt hurt, hard stricken.
She couldn't help but squat down and cry loudly in the rain.
"Sam! Where are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
She cried hysterically, but no one responded.
At the same time, in her villa, Anne finally felt much better in the care of Sam, and the pain had
gradually receded.
It was not until Sam heard the thunder outside that something dawned on him.
Rain covered the whole French window. Looking at the rain outside, Sam trembled and the bright smile
of Emily appeared in his mind.
"Damn it!"
All of a sudden, he shouted. Anne asked with a worried look, "What's wrong?"
"It's raining." He looked upset. Damn it! How could he forget that he had a date with Emily that night!
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