Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 100 Stumbled to Grow Up

Emelia and Viggo chatted about the script while eating. Emelia felt that Marvin's suggestion made sense.

As expected, he was someone at the level of the Best Actor. He was even more proficient in the creation of the plot and conflicts. Emelia felt that he had benefited greatly. The content of script was almost finished, and the meal was about to be finished.

Viggo looked up at Emelia opposite him and suddenly said seriously, "I want to ask you a question."

Emelia didn't understand. "What?"

Viggo said in a deep voice, "Will you agree if Julian chases you again?"

"Impossible." Emelia denied it without thinking. "He can't pursue me."

Julian hated her so much. Their divorce was a lifetime relief for him. Why would he still pursue her?

Emelia had never imagined that there would be such a possibility between her and Julian.

Viggo said, "Then what do you think? He came to you tonight with a bunch of flowers?"

Emelia frowned and thought for a while, then gave an answer. "Didn't you just say that Yvonne wants to play the role? I think he came to me to put in good words for Yvonne." Viggo was stunned, and then he laughed out loud again.

Based on Emelia's thoughts, even if he wanted to get her back, it definitely wouldn't be a simple matter.

This was because, at Emelia's side, it was completely impossible for her and Julian to be together.

Of course, this could only be blamed on Julian for hurting her too deeply in the past and she completely cutting off any possibility in her heart.

Emelia said word by word seriously, "In the past, I was young and immature. I thought that love only needs to be sincere. Now I realize that a period of love needs two people to work hard."

"Moreover, look back now. In fact, Julian is not suitable for marriage at all. He is not suitable for long term contact."

Julian's personality was strong and domineering, proud and conceited.

He did not comfort her, care about her, or take care of her. There had been problems between them in the past. If she had not taken the initiative to show her goodwill, he could have carried out the cold war for a long time.

Now, she felt very tired to be with such a person.

Which woman didn't want to be protected and loved?

Which woman didn't want to be doted on by the man?

When she recalled the three years she had spent with Julian, she didn't feel any happiness at all. She just felt that it was a nightmare.

Viggo did not expect her to see it so thoroughly. He nodded in agreement and said, "Everyone grew up from stumbling.

Fortunately, you know how to halt your losses in time."

Emelia said somewhat self-mockingly, "To put it bluntly, even if someone gives me ten million now and let me marry Julian again, I won't marry."

She would never marry him.

If she continued to live like that, she might as well die.

Viggo laughed happily again. He couldn't be unhappy. Emelia's words were too satisfying.

If Julian knew what was going on in Emelia's mind, he didn't know if he would be pissed to death.

Viggo thought of a very suitable from a film for Julian. There was once a sincere love in front of him, but he did not cherish it. It was not until he lost it that he regretted it. This was the most painful thing in the world.

After they finished talking about the script, Viggo took out an invitation card from his bag and handed it to Emelia. "There's a charity dinner party at the movie association this weekend. I want to take you there.' "Since you have officially become a screenwriter, you have to expand your contacts and make friends with your peers." Viggo's words were sincere, and Emelia was very touched.

"Thank you." She raised her hand and took the invitation card.

Viggo was right. In the three years when she had been with Julian, she had been a housewife and had left society seriously.

She had been studying abroad for another year. Now that she had returned to China and started her career, she was a complete worker. Social interactions and interactions were necessary. Even if she was not good at it, she had to force herself to get used to it.

Viggo saw her nervousness and comforted her gently. "Don't be nervous. Just stay with me then."

Viggo smiled again and said, "Newcomers also have their advantages. You don't have to be too enthusiastic at the beginning. You just need to get to know them first."

"Yes." Emelia nodded. In her heart, she swore to herself that she must do it well and try her best not to embarrass Viggo.

Viggo couldn't help but sigh. As Mrs. Hughes for three years, she wouldn't be so nervous and helpless as long as Julian took her to attend several banquets.

After the discussion, Viggo took his leave. Emelia sent Viggo away and tidied up. After washing up, she continued to modify the script.

As for Julian, who left in a fit of anger, he called Ezra out of dinner.

Ezra and Arthur happened to be at the same dinner party, so he took Arthur out. The three of them gathered in a restaurant that belonged to Ezra.

While ordering the dishes, Julian thought of the scene when Viggo came out of the kitchen with the apron of Emelia. He was in a bad mood and pushed the menu aside.

Ezra teased him lazily, "I personally feel that your mood has been rising and falling too much recently, close to the climacteric."

Julian rolled his eyes at him.

Who the hell was suffering from climacteric?

Ezra and Arthur ignored his bad mood and continued to order food.

Julian lit a cigarette for himself, bit the cigarette butt, and said bitterly, "What are those men who are willing to cook for women thinking?"

Ezra answered without even raising his eyelids, "Some people have too high requirements for food. Others don't even like what they make, so they choose to cook by themselves, such as me." Arthur said with a smile, "Some people regard cooking as a kind of pastime, or a way to relieve pressure, such as me."

Julian shot them a cold glance. They were singing one after another, which made him look like an incompetent man who didn't know how to cook.

Arthur asked him, "Why did you suddenly ask this question?"

Julian then told them about how he had bumped into Viggo tonight and how he had cooked at Emelia's house. Ezra burst into a guffaw immediately.

Arthur held back his laughter and said, "You left directly? Isn't this a little impolite?"

Julian snorted heavily from his nose. He was angry at that time, so who cared about manners?

Ezra smiled and asked him, "Then why don't you like cooking?"

Julian spat out a smoke ring and said with disdain, "Men's time is precious. It's better to use it at work. And, I don't want to catch the oily smell." He was a typical neat freak and a workaholic. He believed that he would never enter the kitchen for the rest of his life.

He had never been in contact with these things since he was a child. When he was at home, Heather was in full charge of it. When he was studying abroad, he also had a special driver, chef, and housekeeper to manage his daily life.

After he married Emelia, she took care of all the trivial matters.

He had never been to the kitchen, and he didn't even know where the kitchen door was, and he didn't know where all the things in the house were.

This caused his life to be a mess during the time he had just divorced to Emelia.000