Chapter 38
Chapter 38:
Emily’s POV
Work was quite hectic. I expected it to be even more stressful, but I’m sure Christian tried to lighten my workload. After all, saving a failing company should come with overwhelming pressure.
I smiled slightly as I recalled his question this morning. The look on his face would have made my heart flutter like a schoolgirl getting her first kiss—but that’s not who I am anymore.
There’s still confusion in my heart. I still love Christian. He was the first man who ever stood up for me, who saw me as a blessing despite everyone else calling me cursed.
But then, there’s Tristan, who took me into his family without even knowing who I was. His family accepted me like a daughter and trusted me enough to involve me in their business.
I love Christian, and yet I have Tristan as well. I never imagined my life would turn out this way. I thought my feelings for Christian would have faded after five years of separation, but I was only deceiving myself. Everything changed the moment I saw him again at the mansion.
“Come in,” I said at the sound of a faint knock on the door.
I have an assistant assigned to me, and I still wonder why my office is right next to Christian’s. But it doesn’t bother me. I’m good at bottling up my feelings.
“It’s past closing time, ma’am, and the CEO has offered you a ride to his mansion,” she said.
“Tell him I’ll join him soon,” I replied, looking elsewhere.
I would love to see the looks on everyone’s faces when they see me with Christian. Their reactions would mean a lot to me. Besides, it wouldn’t be right to turn down such an offer—that would only make him feel bad.
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, Mr. Christian. I had to wrap up my work before joining you,” I said with a smile as I sat next to him in the car.
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“Have you set up a meeting with your shareholders like I asked?” I said, keeping my gaze on my iPad.
“I did. They will be here first thing tomorrow morning.”
“That’s a good thing.”
“You still haven’t answered my question, Amira,” he said, making me look up.
“It’s Emily. I told you this before. I don’t know who Amira is,” I said without batting an eye.
He needs to believe that. If he realizes I’m truly Amira, it will put me in an even tighter corner than I already am. I can’t afford to make a miserable mistake or disappoint anyone. Since I’m dead to him, it’s best I remain dead.
“You can’t keep fooling me with that name. I am convinced that you are Amira, and I won’t believe otherwise, no matter how much you try to deny it,” he said firmly.
“Then that’s your problem, not mine,” I said nonchalantly.
“Are you really getting married to Tristan?” he asked again, and just like this morning, I remained silent.
“I have so many questions for you, but you keep acting cold toward me. What happened to you five years ago? Why did you leave without a word?” he asked, looking worried.
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