The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

Chapter 163

Silas told me to dress nicely, so here I am in a midnight blue sat dress with a slit that goes slightly above my mid-thigh.. I'm not sure where he's taking me, but I trust his taste, because always takes me to beautiful places. He has the ability to

make

date he takes me on unique in its own way. every

I apply lipstick and make sure that my hair looks nice enough before I step away from the vanity. I take my silver clutch and make my way out of our bedroom.

I'm excited. It's been a while since we last went on a date together We do go out together, but most of the time now we visit our families or attend social events that we're obligated to attendContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I walk down the stairs and make my way to the living room where my husband is waiting for me. I notice that he's on the phone, but the moment he hears the clicking sound of my heels against the tiles, he hangs up and looks at me with a smile I absolutely adore. My sexy husband is dressed in all black. He has probably dressed like that because he knows I love this style on him. The

on earth. first two buttons of his shirt are undone, showing how toned his chest is. A wave of jealousy takes over me upon thinking about other women eyeing him while he looks like the most attractive

man

"You make me wonder how I ended up getting this lucky." I blush at his words as he places one hand on the small of my back. "Maybe we should stay home and enjoy each other's company in a different way." His smirk makes me laugh.

"No." I shake my head. "I wanna go out with you. Maybe if you give me an amazing date I can end up rewarding you tonight." Now it's my turn to smirk.

"Such a great incentive to make you the happiest woman alive tonight." He kisses my lips and I enjoy the moment as I place my hand on the back of his neck.

His hand slip into mine and we both walk to his car. When he takes me on dates, Silas likes to drive the car instead of letting his driver do so, because he likes us to enjoy the privacy of being together without anybody else.

It doesn't take us a lot of time to reach our destination. We stand in front of a very tall skyscraper, and I wonder where the

restaurant is.

"Today, we're going to dine while enjoying the view from a very high point," my husband answers my wondering mind.

He leaves the car to the valet and the two of us walk inside the building. Everything looks elegant, but I love how they don't use any exaggerated style to prove that this place is expensive. There's a fine line between elegance and luxury. I prefer the former.

We reach the top floor and Silas guides me to where the entrance of the restaurant is. This is a restaurant I have never been to before, but from the name, I can tell that it's Italian; my favorite cuisine.

A man in a suit welcomes us as he opens the door. The place is completely empty. Has Silas booked the whole place for us?

Everything around me looks immaculate. The black marble floors have a slight shimmer in them. The lighting looks perfect, not too strong, but strong enough to make me see everything around me clearly. The black leather seats fit perfectly with the décor of the place. Even the music sounds suitable to the atmosphere.

"Would you like to sit inside or on the terrace?" the host asks us,

Silas turns his head to look at me, waiting for me to decide. "The weather seems nice, maybe we can have dinner on the terrace," I tell him.

We sit down at a table close to the glass railings that allow me to see the city even when I'm sitting. We're at a really high spot, so the view is perfect.

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We get handed the merr and the man walks away, leaving Silas and me alone.

"Have you booked the whole place for us?" I wonder.

"The owner of this place is an Italian chef who has a Michelin star. The restaurant hasn't opened yet. It's supposed to be open to everyone in ten days, but I thought my girl should try it first before anybody else," Silas takes me by surprise when he says that. He knows how to make me feel special.

Silas is the king of grand gestures.

"Wow... you really want to make it up to me. I sinile, resting my forearms on the table.

"I hope I'm on the right path," he comments.

"You are," I say, reaching for the menu. Everything looks delicious and I don't know what I should order. "Maybe you can order for me." I close the menu looking at $ilas.

Soon, the waiter comes and takes our order, then he quickly disappears.

"How's it going with the new designs you've been working on?" he asks,

"Well, it's harder than the last time, to be honest. I know that there are a lot of expectations from me due to the huge success of the last collection and I want to meet these expectations," I tell him.

"Is there a specific theme you're following?"

"Pharonic," I reply, earning a smile of admiration. I know that this theme has been implemented a lot, but I believe I can add my own touch.

"I'm sure you're going to rock it. Is the date for the fashion show decided?"

"Not yet, but I will tell you once everything is set," I tell him. "What about you? How is the season going? I know that you guys have won most of your games, but is there anything new?" keep up with the performance of his team by asking him or reading articles about them.

"There's a charity game coming up in less than a month and I want you there if you can attend," he says. If there's any game Silas wants me to attend, I make sure to free my schedule for him.

"Sure. Tell me the exact date and consider me already there," I say with a smile. I take a deep breath and decide to rip the bandage, decide to know why he didn't pick up. "Why didn't you answer my calls or texts, Silas? I called and texted a lot."

"My phone died, I swear. The vibes were so good and I got caught up. We truly didn't feel the time and when somebody pointed out how late it was, I tried to call you, but my phone's battery was empty," he quickly replies.

"It's like the first year of college all over again, huh?" I mumble, remembering the time he promised to have pizza with me for dinner, but he ended up coming late because he was with the guys.

"You've got a strong memory." A half smile appears on his face. I'm really sorry, Rosie."

The waiter comes with a fancy glass of wine in his hands. He turns the crystal wine glasses and pours the wine for us. This isn't just any type of wine; it's my favorite. My husband has surely outdone himself.

A song starts playing and I smile to myself because I love it so much. Silas gets up from his place and walks over to me, extending his hand. "May I have this dance, my gorgeous lady?" he says, making me smile.

"I would love to dance with you, my handsome husband." I place my hand in his and he gently pulls me up to my feet.

Our bodies sway to the song and I savour every moment of this beautiful night, not wanting it to end

"Am I forgiven yet?" he asks in a a quiet voice as he stares into my eyes.

"You've already been forgiven since last night, but I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to cancel our date, I reply, giving him a sheepish smile, making him laugh.

"You sneaky little thing." He brushes his nose with mine and I whip my arms tighter around his neck as he dips me back. "You liked seeing me all worked up, didn't you?"

"I just wanted to teach you a lesson, so you wouldn't stand me up again." I smirk as he pulls me back up. I place my hand on his cheek as my lips meet his. "I love you, Silas."

"I love you more, Rosie," he whispers, making me smile. We have been married for fifteen months and we were engaged for two years. Before all of that, we dated for a year. However, despite all of this, butterflies still dance in my stomach whenever he tells me that he loves me.

We sit down when the song comes to an end and the waiter brings the appetizers. It's like he has been waiting for us to sit down to bring the delicious food in front of us.

As we're sitting, enjoying our food. I hear the loud sound of a helicopter, making me look towards its direction. My mouth parts in surprise when I notice the huge banner attached to it.

With bright gold against the black banner, 'I'm sorry, my beautiful Rosie'. A laugh escapes me as I look at my husband only to find him eyeing me with a smile on his face.

I get up from my place and walk towards him. I sit on his lap, not caring if the host or the waiter can see us and kiss the hell out of him.

"You're the love of my life, Silas Cromwell."