Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Julian was right, after Emelia finised the first glass, she was required to drink the second and third glass. In a short while, Emelia drank with all the men present, except Viggo and Julian. Julian's gaze were already scorching with fury.

It wasn't that Emelia couldn't feel it, but she didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Julian then turned his head to Viggo; his eyes seemed to be saying, since you took a liking to her, why were you just watching her being pressured to drink so much?

Viggo received the message conveyed to him in Julian's eyes but continued to sit steadily.

To be honest, Viggo was worried at first, but he suddenly relaxed his mood when he saw that Emelia's face remained unchanged.

According to what he knew about Emelia, she was not the kind of person who was impulsive and reckless, and since she chose to drink with them, it meant that she was confident in her drinking ability. Julian was simply furious with Viggo, what a shitty boss he was.

Seeing the pale face of her boss, Maisie hurriedly found words to talk to Emelia, saving her from being required to drink again.

Maisie asked Emelia with concern, "Ms. Jones, are you alright?"

Emelia gave Maisie a smile, "I'm fine."

She didn't feel anything now except some urge to go to the bathroom, and she wasn't dizzy or stumbling on her feet.

Maisie lamented, "You can drink an intimidating amount of alcohol."

Emelia smiled, "I was born with it, but it was partly because I used to drink a lot."

Maisie exclaimed, "You drink every day?"

Maisie really couldn't imagine that her boss's ex-wife, who was so gentle and soft, would drink regularly.

Emelia explained, "Not every day, I just drank a lot during my years in college."

Nina was discovered by a talent scout during her college days and signed up for a career. She was under a lot of pressure when she first started in the industry, plus at that time Nina was also troubled by love, so she often asked Emelia to drink. They used to drink a lot, so now they got the ability to drink intimidating amount.

As Emelia was chatting with Maisie, that director stood up again shakily with his glass and tried to continue drinking with Emelia.

"Ms. Jones, I didn't expect you to be such a good drinker, how come I didn't know that before?" Julian suddenly spoke to Emelia, so that director had to sit down.

Julian's words were quite a bit of a warning, especially the last sentence.

It was tantamount to an indirect accusation that the three years Emelia spent with him were pure deception, saying that she could not drink.

Emelia sensed Julian's questioning and explained looking at him, "Actually, I have always been a good drinker, but an accident four years ago had cast a psychological shadow on me, and I was afraid to drink for years."

"But it doesn't matter now that I've gotten over it."

Emelia was telling the truth. Four years ago, her father and her brother had drugged her and then sent her to Julian's bed.

Julian thought that she was in league with her father and brother, and that she was obsessed with vanity, greedy for wealth and shameless to the core, which had impacted her so severely that she vowed not to drink any more.

And now it was true that she had got it over as she said she would.

Julian's brow furrowed after hearing her words.

Four years ago?

Wasn't that the time period when she climbed into his bed?

If he remembered correctly, she did seem to have been drinking that night.

Could she be referring to that night four years ago was an accident?

Hadn't she climbed into his bed of her own accord? Why did she say it was an accident?

There were many questions in Julian's mind, but now was not the time to ask, so he only gave her a complicated look and tilted his head to drink up his glass of alcohol.

When the meal was over, the director and his team were already very drunk and Julian dismissed them with a disgusted look on his face, then got into his car with Maisie and left, without even looking at Emelia.

Emelia couldn't wait for Julian to draw a line in the sand with her like this, and she then took Viggo's car home.

On the way back, Viggo smiled warmly and said to Emelia, "I didn't see that you could still drink so much."

Emelia laughed then asked Viggo, "From now on, Mr. Norman won't ask me to drink anymore, right?"

Emelia's words made Viggo's chest hurt uncontrollably, so the reason why she drank so desperately was to make Harvey Norman stop and never dare drink with her again.

He nodded gently and said, "Well, you are right."

"That's good." Emelia lowered her eyes, holding back the pain that came from her temple.

She seemed to look fine on the surface, but actually she was prone to headaches when she drank too much.

Viggo left as a gentleman after dropping her off at home, and Emelia threw herself wearily into the sofa.

She didn't know how long she had been lying there, but the doorbell suddenly rang.

She got up dizzily, and when she saw through the peephole that the person standing outside was Julian, she sobered up at once.

She did not want to open the door for Julian, nor did she know what he was looking for in the middle of the night.

And just as she fell silent, Julian simply spoke up straight away, "Open the door."

Emelia had to ask warily, "Is something wrong?"

Julian responded instead, "Yes."

Emelia asked again, "What is it?"

Julian said in an unpleasant tone, "Open the door first."

Emelia did not want to open the door at all, but thinking that it was already late at night, if she let Julian continue to stand outside the door, he would disturb the neighbors, so she finally opened the door. Emelia took a step back and asked him, "What do you want from me?"

Julian stared at her closely and pursued her question word by word, "You quit drinking because of an accident four years ago? What accident?"

Emelia didn't expect Julian to take her casual mention of the matter into account. She raised her eyes to look at Julian, and after she was sure that he was really eager to know the truth, she couldn't help but curl her lips into a self-deprecating smile.

She smiled as she confessed, "The accident was my dad and my brother drugged me and sent me to your bed."

Julian stared at Emelia pursing his lips. Although he had already thought that it might be this matter, he still had mixed feelings when she said it herself.

Emelia had explained it to him over the years, but he simply didn't believe it.

In his opinion, no father or brother would do such a vile and nasty thing to his daughter or sister.

So he instinctively thought that Emelia was lying, just to clear her name, just to pretend innocent in front of him, so as to win his pity and secure her position as Mrs. Hughes.

It was only after a long time that he found his voice to inquire, "So you didn't marry me willingly? If not, why didn't you refuse to marry me?"

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