Chapter 41


    Chapter 42: Chapter Forty-one


    Emery


    I barge into Evelyn''s library, resulting in me to see her kissing Andrea; with both of her hands cupping


    onto his face before turning to look at me in surprise.


    ''''Emery! W—what are you doing?'''' She stutters.


    My eyes wander to look at Andrea, hearing him clear his throat—awkwardly. I try my best to ignore the


    sudden awkwardness as I head in, closing the distance between us so that I can talk to her; the main


    reason why I came here, I wouldn''t just barge without purpose.


    ''''Evelyn, I need your help. Really need your help,'''' I say, pressing both of my hands on the desk. Evelyn


    looks at me in the eyes; trying to understand what I''m asking for because I rarely ask her for anything.


    ''''What kind of help?'''' She raises an eyebrow.


    ''''I need to court Emma,'''' I reply; quickly.


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    Both, Andrea and Evelyn, look at me in confusion. Courting my own wife—that sounds bizarre. It


    means getting to know someone with the intention of marrying that someone; how am I supposed to


    court her when she''s already mine to begin with? Well, we just have to go through the stages of


    courting.


    ''''What do you mean court Emma?'''' She asks, ''''You two are already married. Okay, tell me, what''s going


    on with you two? Why do you need to court her?''''


    I run my fingers through my brown hair; realising that it''s actually overgrowing for the past couple of


    weeks but I paid no attention. Truth be told, makes it easier for me to just run my fingers through it and


    style it naturally—I don''t think I need a haircut, now.


    ''''This may sound like a waste of time but Emma thinks that it''d be better for us to get to know each


    other. After the miscarriage, she just thought that we''ve been going on too fast; this whole marriage.


    She wants us to take it slow, go through the process, one by one,'''' I exin to her, slowly trying to


    make her understand.


    ''''So, why do you need my help?'''' She frowns.


    ''''I''ve been thinking about what I should do to try and make our process memorable and worthwhile but


    all that came through my mind were just cliches,'''' I shrug, sighing deeply before leaning back on the


    seat.


    I continue, ''''I came here to ask you a favour. You''re a woman and I''m sure you know a lot of things than


    any men would know; even if he''s an expert. Like, what are the things that you like? More forward,


    what do women like in men? What do they want?'''' I specifically add.


    ''''Emery, let me just say one thing. You want to court Emma because she said that she wanted to take


    things slow and she felt like she barely knew anything about you in which I think you feel the same?


    So, hear me out on this one, I can see your effort on getting to know her and yes, women likes that.


    Believe me, they do. Just, go ahead and follow your instinct. She''s your wife, your girl so you only have


    to trust yourself. If you think that she''ll like it if you surprise her with the cheesiest things then go ahead,


    no one is stopping you. Do it,'''' Andrea says, leaving me speechless at his words. He has never been


    the type to advise me; well, we haven''t been talking much which exins quite a lot.


    Evelyn ends up ncing at my direction, her eyes widening in surprise as her brows furrow in


    confusion. The way she looks at me and back again at Andrea, it shows how he does not expect him


    that way.


    I keep quiet for a few seconds, ''''You''re actually right. So, yeah, thanks,'''' I say, quickly before running


    out of the library—wanting to make sure that I''ll be able to n it all out so that it can at least be a little


    bit perfect.


    I can''t help but think about something simple. An outdoor pic, perhaps; not really taking her out on a


    fancy first date because that seems too much. We''re trying to get to know each other and not just


    impressing one another so of course, simplicity is better.


    Emma''s not the type to demand either, she''s a total sweetheart—no one can be able to rece her and


    that''s a true fact. I really hope that she feels the same about me because even if we''ve said we love


    each other, where does that love stands? I want to know.


    All of a sudden, I find myself staring at Emma from behind as she stands near mother''s garden. The


    way her brown hair falls loosely down her back; it attracts me. Her beauty will never fail to fascinate me


    even if she shows all of her ws because god, damn.


    ''''I know that you''re staring,'''' She says before turning to look at me; her lips curving up into a small


    smile.


    ''''You caught me,'''' I reply before walking towards her.


    Emma continues to smile, ''''Easily,'''' She mutters.


    ''''I came here to ask you out on a date,'''' I begin, seeing that her facial expressions are changing,


    ''''Maybe, if you''re interested to go on a pic?'''' I add, slowly.


    ''''I''d like that,'''' She replies, her smile never fading. Yes, a first date is a great step. We''ll be able to talk,


    about the things that we weren''t able to talk about before. We''ve been too caught up in our own


    romance that we''ve forgotten that we should know ourselves.


    ''''Actually, how about now?'''' I ask, instantly making herugh at me as I pull onto her hand; running


    down the hall without thinking of anything else. She won''t stopughing and I can''t help but smile at her


    chuckles.


    We push the door open through the backyard, without us realising that we''re actually causing a lot of


    noise. I, quickly pull her as we continue to run; the gardeners are staring at us in surprise before


    smiling at our childish behaviour yet we pay no attention.


    I turn to look at Emma and to my surprise, I find her actually looking very happy. It has been awhile


    since I''ve seen her this way; which cheers me up. The way her lips are curving widely into a smile,


    she''s just genuinely happy about this—it''s all proven.


    Just like that, I begin to stop walking once I''ve caught the sight of the well arranged pic date. Since


    it''s pretty much sunny outside and a little bit of windy, it''s a perfect day for a pic. I turn to look at her,


    seeing that she''s eyeing the red and white checkered tablecloth on the grass before looking up at me.


    ''''Come on,'''' I mutter as I pull her slowly, heading there. Once we''re close enough, we start to sit down


    and it doesn''t take me long to look up at her; seeing that the sunlight is nicely hitting her face which


    reveals light freckles on her cheeks that has been almost invisible most of the time. She doesn''t seem


    to realise.


    Realise that I''m captivated.


    Then, all of a sudden, she smiles at me.


    ''''Why are you looking at me like that?'''' She asks, raising an eyebrow before tilting her head to the side,


    slightly


    ''''Why are you looking at me like that?'''' She asks, raising an eyebrow before tilting her head to the side,


    slightly. I, on the other hand, is left speechless due to the fact that she caught me staring at her. Twice,


    today.


    ''''Like what?'''' I end up asking her back.


    ''''Like that,'''' She points at my face, quickly chuckling afterwards beforeying t on the ground; with a


    biscuit in her hand as she stares up at the blue sky.


    With her loosely buttoned grey shirt and jeans, it doesn''t really matter what she wears because at the


    end of the day, I''ll still find her attractive. She has always been attractive, especially when I walked in


    the room, when we first met. Even from behind, she''s perfect.


    I end upying beside her, only looking up at the sky. We''re both enjoying the sun as the wind blows


    onto our skin, making her close her eyes which causes me to turn and look at her—seeing that she''s


    still smiling.


    Without me realising, I''m already smiling, too. The way she''s just enjoying this is quite cute. At least,


    I''ve found something that would make her this happy.


    ''''How''d you know that I like pics?'''' She asks.


    ''''I didn''t. I just thought of it,'''' I reply, continuing to look at her even though she still has her eyes closed.


    ''''You sure?'''' She peeks before turning her head to face me, our eyes are pierced into one another. I feel


    so close to her even though I know that we''re still trying; just differently, this time, ''''What''s your favourite


    colour?''''


    ''''That''s bloody random,'''' I chuckle.


    ''''Well, we''re random. So, tell me. Is it brown? Green? Blue? Purple? No, wait, ck?'''' She leans closer,


    trying to tease me and pressuring me to answer.


    I keep quiet for a few seconds, only thinking of the colour I fond most; which is pretty hard. I''ve been


    fine with almost any colour and now her question is just making me think of the only colour I like.


    ''''Pink,'''' I mutter under my breath, almost inaudible.


    To my surprise, she starts tough. Herugh grows louder within each second which I can''t help but


    ''''Does it look like I''m making a joke?'''' I frown.


    ''''No, it''s just that—you don''t look like someone who likes the colour pink. I mean,'''' She chuckles again.


    ''''Enlighten me, then. How do people who likes pink look like?'''' Without both of us realising, we''re


    already close enough to each other; but, we don''t bother.


    ''''I don''t know, girly?'''' She raises an eyebrow before continuing tough again in which I am left,


    blushing in embarrassment yet honestly, it doesn''t bother me much. The way she justughs loudly


    without a single care in the world, that''s something new.


    ''''Are you blushing? Oh my lord,'''' Sheughs.


    ''''No, I''m not!'''' I end up trying to cover her mouth but when I do so, she just keeps on teasing me.


    ''''What''s your favourite colour, then?'''' I ask, trying to know about her favourite colour, too. It can


    probably be much worse than mine—in which I can tease her back but I''m pretty sure I can''t even do


    that.


    She ends up leaning closer before whispering, ''''Pink,'''' Then, she continues tough again; making me


    roll my eyes in annoyance but truth be told, it''s adorable.


    This kind of behaviour in this situation shows how we''re close enough to be making silly jokes,ughing


    without a single care in the world, just teasing one another. This is the kind of rtionship that I''d want


    us to have.


    ''''It''s not pink, is it?'''' I ask, my voice low.


    She turns to face me with a smile, ''''It''s brown,''''


    ''''Like poop brown?'''' I end upughing in which she joins me, realising that both of our favourite colours


    are just in shitty. It has been awhile since the two of us haveughed this much, I missed it.


    ''''You''re such a teaser,'''' She pokes onto my arm.


    ''''Eh, you''re not so bad yourself,'''' I smile at her; eyeing her from the side. Within seconds, she is already


    turning to look at me—our eyes are deeply gazing.


    Then, that''s when it hits me. Having the most beautiful woman in the world as my wife, I''m more than


    lucky. This is all like winning a lottery—damn, I don''t even know if that''s even the right way to describe


    it.


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    She describes it perfectly; the way that she is, it''s my kind of girl. The kind that I''ve always longed to


    have. Yes, it took me awhile to realise but now that I have, it''s all too much to process. I''m speechless.


    Just like that, I find my lips meeting hers, in which she responds back without rejecting. It''s a slow kiss,


    the kind of kiss that happens for the first time. The kind of kiss that shows the true feelings instead of


    trying to impress someone by giving them the best kiss of their lives. The kind of kiss that doesn''t


    include lust.


    We end up breaking the kiss whichsted shortly. I open my eyes to see that she still has both of hers


    closed. The way that she is and always be mine sounds impossible but here we are—I''ve fallen deeply


    in love with the woman from across the world, the woman that I had no intention of marrying in the first


    ce. This woman.


    ''''I think we''ve skipped the two stages,'''' I breathe.


    She chuckles before sitting up straight.


    Then, all of a sudden, we start to realise that it''s starting to rain—heavily, even. Emma and I run back


    towards the garden, wanting to find a roof that''ll be able to avoid ourselves from getting bloody wet. As


    for Emma, she finds all of this interesting as she pulls onto my hand;ughing as she does so.


    To my surprise, the sprinklers are turned on without us realising; leaving her yelp in surprise before


    entering the pce again—seeing a surprised, Evelyn.


    ''''Oh, better wash up. Together, I mean. Saves up time and water,'''' She teases before leaving the room.


    Emma and I end up looking at each other, onlyughing as we do so, then, she starts to walk up the


    stairs; leaving me all by myself with my clothes dripping with water, thinking of what had happened.


    I''ve just fallen in love all over again