All Chapters of I Said Yes to My Ex's Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As the last of Elliot’s team left, the quiet elegance of the room settled back in. Emily exhaled softly, still adjusting to the fact that her entire wardrobe had just been replaced in a single afternoon.She turned, expecting Lila to make another comment, but it was Adrian who spoke first.“In a few days, I have a formal event to attend.” His tone was casual, but there was a certain weight to his words.Emily glanced at him, curious. “A business event?”Adrian nodded. “Yes. And I’d like to ask you for a favor.”She lifted a brow. “Me? What could I possibly help you with?”Adrian stepped closer, his piercing blue eyes steady. “I want you to choose a cufflink for me.”Emily blinked. “…A cufflink?”“You’re a jewelry designer,” Adrian reminded her smoothly. “And if I’m going to wear something, I want it to be worthy of my wife’s taste.”A small flush crept up her neck. She wasn’t used to compliments from him—at least, not ones that caught her off guard.“That’s not a problem,” she said, b

　　As Emily disappeared down the street, Vivian let out a soft sigh, tilting her head in a delicate display of confusion.　　“I really don’t know why Emily is so hostile toward me,”she murmured, her voice laced with just the right amount of gentle concern.　　Lucas, still irritated from the encounter, scoffed.“You don’t need to waste your energy thinking about her.”　　Vivian hesitated, then bit her lip, as if torn.“It’s just…I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”　　Lucas arched a brow.“Misunderstandings?”　　Vivian sighed again, brushing her fingers lightly against the fabric of her dress.“For example, this outfit Emily was wearing today—it’s identical to the one I picked out for next week’s A Designs campaign shoot.”　　She turned to Lucas, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.“I really hope she doesn’t think I copied her again. That would be so unfortunate.”　　Lucas frowned.“Wait—you’re saying Emily’s dress is the same one you planned to wear for the campaign?”　　Vivian nodded

　　Emily stepped into the company lounge, balancing the neatly wrapped meal in her hands.　　She unfolded the packaging, revealing an exquisitely arranged lunch.　　A delicate seafood bisque, still warm and rich with flavor.　　Tender slices of seared beef, arranged atop a bed of creamy truffle mashed potatoes.　　A fresh, vibrant salad with edible flowers, lightly dressed in citrus vinaigrette.　　A small dessert—a handcrafted dark chocolate tart, topped with gold flakes.　　A small white note was tucked inside.　　“You didn’t eat much this morning. Don’t go hungry.”　　Emily paused, running her fingers over the paper.　　She didn’t need to guess.　　This was Adrian.　　And from the very first bite, she knew the food was made by his private chef.　　She had eaten this chef’s cooking several times now.　　And each time,it was perfect.　　By the time she finished the meal, she felt warm, full, and strangely taken care of.　　Without overthinking it, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text.　　Em

　　Emily collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, her heart still racing.　　Her fingers brushed against her lips, as if to erase the lingering heat from his kiss.　　But the problem was—she didn’t want to erase it.　　She squeezed her eyes shut.　　He’s drunk.　　That was the only explanation.　　That was the only thing that made sense.　　And yet—　　Even as she told herself that, she couldn’t ignore the way her entire body still burned from his touch.　　She turned onto her side, burying her face in the pillow.　　But no matter how hard she tried—　　She couldn’t forget the way he kissed her.　　Couldn’t forget how it felt when his lips touched her skin.　　And worst of all—　　She couldn’t forget the way her body had responded.　　It took a long time for sleep to come.　　-　　The next morning, Emily woke to the smell of something warm and familiar drifting through the air.　　She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stepped out of the guest room, following the scent toward the dining area.　　O

　　Emily arrived at A Design, knowing today was her last.　　Her resignation had been sent in, but it wasn’t until she walked into the design department that she fully realized—　　People hadn’t expected her to actually go through with it.　　“You’re really leaving?”one of her coworkers asked, looking genuinely upset.　　Emily smiled softly.“Yeah.”　　Her assistant hesitated.“But…what about Mike? I thought you two were practically engaged?”　　Emily barely blinked.“We broke up a long time ago.”　　Silence.　　Then—a ripple of whispers.　　People exchanged stunned glances.　　It was like she had just confirmed one of the company’s biggest rumors.　　But Emily didn’t stay to watch their reactions.　　She simply handed in the last of her paperwork, thanked her colleagues politely, and walked out of A Design for the final time.　　It felt…freeing.　　Emily thought she would just head home and rest—but Adrian had other plans.　　Right after lunch, he picked her up himself.　　She barely had time to ask whe