The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

"Thank you for coming to the game," I tell Silas as we both sit beside each other on the bench. It's Holden's game tonight and my little brother seems really excited.

I thought Silas wouldn't come after what happened, but he surprised me when I found him texting me one day before the game, asking me when he was supposed to be there. this," "he says, handing me a cup of hot chocolate. "It's a cold night and I know you get cold easily."

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I hate how thoughtful he is. It makes me wonder how I'm supposed to keep my distance when he is like that. He has bought beverages for each one of my family. "Thank you." I smile at him and take the cup from him.

He hands Mum, Dad and Lily their cups and I watch him as he waves to Holden whose face lights up upon noticing Silas. Aniyah was supposed to come with him, but since she was sick, Naomi didn't let her come.

"I really hope his team wins. He's going to be devastated if they lose," I say, attempting to make a conversation. I don't want him to ignore me. It's not like he's ignoring me, but I just want to make sure that we always have something to talk about. I want to make the best out of the forty-seven days we have left. Yes, I'm counting.

"I hope he wins too, but even if he loses, I'm going to do my best to cheer him up," he tells me.

"I remember how upset you were when you lost an important game before." I look at him. "I think you take losses now better than the past."

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wonder if "I do take them better, but that doesn't mean that they don't hurt. Losses hurt no matter what and they make your hard work was never enough. But they are important because they make you appreciate the moments of victory." Why do I have a feeling that he's not talking about sports anymore?All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I do agree that losses in general are pretty painful." I don't look at him as I talk, not wanting to meet his gaze. I want him to know that I don't want to lose him. I'm scared of losing whatever we have.

Luckily, my brother's team wins and he gets to go home with a huge smile on his face. But before going home, Dad takes us to Holden's favorite restaurant to celebrate his victory.

We have a good time together and after a while, Silas and I get ready to make our way back home since we have lectures tomorrow. We already came together on Friday and he took me to my parents' place before going to his place.

Call me once you arrive, yeah?" Mum says as she hugs me.

"Okay," "I tell her, hugging her bac

"Call me if you need anything or just call."

"I call you at least four times a week, Dad." I laugh as we hug each other.

After they hug Silas too, the two of us head to his car. He opens the door for me and my heart flutters at the small gesture. Even if we're not on our best terms, he is still a gentleman with me.

"Do you want to go somewhere before we go home?" he asks. His question makes it seem like we live together and something inside of me shifts at the mere thought. Technically, we live in the same building, so in some way, we live together. "Well, I know it's cold, but I'm in the mood for ice cream," I tell him. Is it wrong of me that I'm trying to spend more time with him? I don't want to go home because I know that once we reach the building, we will barely talk BGG

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"Any specific place in mind?" he asks, and I shake my head, already happy that he's going to take me to get ice cream. "I know this place. I think you'll like it." How do I tell him that I don't care about ice cream, and I only suggested that to spend time with him? I want him to know that I miss his hugs and the way he used to kiss my forehead.

He parks his car in front of a place that seems cozy. I walk with him to the door and my heart sinks when he doesn't reach for my hand like he used to. It's all my fault and I have no one else to blame but myself, yet it still hurts.

"What do you want to get?" he asks me as we stand in front of the ice cream display case. I eye the available flavors and choose pistachio. "Just one scoop? Don't you want something else?"

"One is is enough. Thank you." "I hate how formal we are with each other.

He orders pistachio for me and chocolate chip for himself. We sit on the red stools placed in one of the corners of the shop.

"It's really good. How did you find this place?" I wonder as I lick my ice cream.

"Aniyah saw their Instagram page once and wanted to try them, so I took her," he replies. I nod, not knowing what else I can say. "There's another gathering at the team's house before Christmas. Do you want to join us?"

"Of course!" Did I sound eager? I'm eager to spend more time with him and while part of me wants him to notice, the other part doesn't want me to seem desperate.

"By the way, I got you something last Thursday, but I forgot to give them to you," he casually says, managing to pique my interest.

"Them? As in more than one thing?" I ask.

"Yes."

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"What did you get me?" I want to ask why he even got me something in the first place, but I refrain from doing so. It's not because I want him to buy me gifts, but I truly want any excuse to talk to him. "You'll find out once we're back home," he says in a teasing tone, making me roll my eyes.

"Fine." I hop off my seat. "Let's go home. I'm done with my ice cream anyway." I grin and he laughs at me.

"You truly have no patience," he comments, still sitting on the stool.

"That's right, so let's $ go." "I hold one of his hands with my two hands and do my best to get him to stand up, but he doesn't budge. "Why do you have to be twice my size?"

"I'm probably thrice your size, Rosie," he says, standing up. "Which means I can easily do that." I let out a light squeal when he picks me up with one arm.

"I'm so sorry," I blush as I look at the girl behind the counter. I'm glad that there aren't any customers but us. He doesn't even bother to put me down until we reach the car and when he does, I catch a smirk on his lips. "Am I that light?" Lhuff, folding my arms. "As light as a feather, Rosie." He chuckles, opening the passenger door for me. "Maybe I need to hit the gym," I grumble as I get in his car, but when he closes the door, I smile. I like it when we're this playful. I don't want whatever boundaries he thought we needed. Silas gets in the car and I turn on the radio. I gasp upon hearing the song because Mum and I used to dance to it when I was young. Do you like this song?" he asks me, and I nod vigorously. "Oh, don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me, I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me, this woman is my destiny, she said oh, oh, oh, shut up and dance with me," I sing along and dance in my seat. BGG⚫ 98%

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I think I got lost in my own world for a little while because when the song comes to an end, I find Silas holding his phone, filming me. I look around and realize that we're not so far away from the ice cream shop. Did he stop driving to film me? "Yes, I stopped driving to film you, Rosie." He chuckles.

"Did I say that out loud?" I sink into my seat in embarrassment.

"More like murmured it," he points out as he starts driving again. "Do you always throw parties in cars like that?" he asks with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Only when I'm in a good mood and there's a song that I like," I reply.

"Glad that I put you in a good mood, Rosie." He grins and I roll my eyes as a short chuckle escapes me.

"Never said you're the reason behind my good mood." I shrug as I tease him.

"You were sent from above to mar my ego." His comments make me laugh as he places his hand him.

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"Sorry not sorry." I stick my tongue out at him.

Ten minutes later, we make it back home and take the same elevator. "Come to my place first to take your gift." I agree, enthusiasm already filling me.

One moment we're in a good mood, the second everything changes because the elevator suddenly shakes violently and comes to a halt. I look at S**s face with pure worry because he knows that I'm claustrophobic.