Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 217

Since he was ready to go downstairs, Vincent got up and went to the bedroom to change clothes.

Emelia also went to the bathroom to wash her face and check her look. She was only accompanying Vincent to mourn her mother today, so she didn't put on any makeup.

Fortunately, she carried a few simple things with her in her bag, such as lipstick, foundation and eyebrow pencil. Just as Emelia was about to simply makeup in front of the mirror, Julian suddenly pushed open the bathroom door and walked in, which startled Emelia.

He was too rude to knock on the door.

Fortunately, she was just putting on makeup, or she would be awkward.

Emelia stopped her hand from applying lipstick and turned to ask him, "What's the matter?"

Julian lowered his eyes and stared at Emelia's porcelain-like face. He felt as if it was so far.

Emelia used to be shy and panic-stricken in front of him, and she didn't dare to look at him. Now, she became an elegant and beautiful woman. He wanted to be with her again. But seemly it was not easy, which made him unhappy.

Julian pursed his lips and didn't say anything. After a while, he suddenly took a step forward, raised his hands, and held Emelia tightly in his arms. Emelia felt that her waist was too painful.

Emelia struggled. "What are you doing?"

Julian hugged her tightly, not letting her go. He buried himself in her neck and said seriously in her ear, "Emelia, I'll always stand behind you, protect you and support you forever."

Julian had always thought that he was the strongest backer around Emelia. But now, Vincent came out of nowhere, and he was her biological father. Julian felt a strong sense of crisis.

He was afraid that Emelia would never need him again.

Emelia felt that these words were quite baffling. It seemed as though she didn't need his so-called protection and support.

Julian really held her too tightly, and Emelia was worried that Vincent could change his clothes and go out at any time. When he saw them hugging each other here, what would he say?

Emelia had no choice but to raise her face in his arms and protest, "Let go of me. I need to do my make up."

Julian obviously said, "You don’t have to."

This time, he said it sincerely.

Emelia’s skin was smooth and flawless, like first-class porcelain.

Together with her refreshing smile and gentle facial features, she appeared to be mild and amiable.

Emelia angrily pushed Julian away. "Julian, that's enough! Stop saying such embarrassing words again!"

On that day at the banquet, he said that he was not tired of seeing her. Emelia was extremely embarrassed.

Julian clasped her waist tightly with his hands and stared at Emelia in a low voice, asking, " Embarrassing? Why?"

Emelia replied, "Didn't you hate me so much before? Now you say I'm good-looking all day long. Aren't you embarrassed?"

Julian clarified for himself word by word, "I admit that I used to treat you badly, but when did I say that you didn't look beautiful?"

Emelia opened her mouth, momentarily speechless.

It seemed that Julian had never said that she was not good-looking. He just looked at her coldly.

"Do you think that I can get along with someone at will? If it weren't for your face—" He gritted his teeth. "If it weren't for your appearance, do you think I would compromise and marry you?"