Chapter 71 He Wants to Win Her Back
The special assistant watched her walk away with ease, his scalp tingling with dread.
Half an hour later.
Top floor of Baker Corporation.
The atmosphere in the office had already dropped to freezing point.
Alex sat behind his large desk, staring intently at his darkened phone screen.
Emily now was no longer the woman who would be happy for half a day over a single word from him, who would carefully try to please him.
She was cold and carefree, even deliberately trying to annoy him.
What frustrated him even more was that he now had absolutely no way to contact her, couldn't see what she was up to or what she was doing.
And she was at the obstetrics department?
What was going on...
Alex irritably loosened his tie.
After a while, he opened his computer.
Web search box: "How to win back ex-wife after divorce when she's completely given up?"
"What to do when you've made a woman angry?"
"Ex-wife blocked all contact methods, how to approach again without seeming deliberate..."
After searching through line after line, Alex narrowed his eyes. Would following these suggestions actually work?
He frowned, his expression serious, more contemplative than when handling hundred-million-dollar projects.
Just then, the office door was gently pushed open.
The special assistant poked his head in: "Mr. Baker, Miss Miller's second test results are in."
"Everything's normal, don't worry." As he spoke, he instinctively looked up, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the computer screen. When he saw clearly what was being searched, he nearly froze on the spot.
The special assistant's expression cracked right there, almost crying out in shock.
Chasing—chasing a woman?
Their career-focused Mr. Baker was actually searching online for how to win back his ex-wife?!
Had the world gone mad?
Suddenly, a cold, sharp glare shot straight at him.
"What are you looking at?"
The assistant wished he could gouge out his own eyes: "Nothing, nothing! Mr. Baker, I didn't see anything! Really!"
Alex stared at him for a few seconds.
Just when the assistant was about to crack under the pressure, he finally slowly withdrew his gaze.
The assistant breathed a sigh of relief: "Then... Mr. Baker, I'll head down now."
With that, he made a quick getaway! But Alex suddenly spoke: "Stop."
He turned around with a miserable expression: "Mr. Baker, I really didn't see anything! And even if I did, I won't tell Miss Johnson!"
Alex was silent for a few seconds, his fingertips tapping on the desk: "When you fight with your girlfriend, what do you do?"
The assistant said: "I don't have a girlfriend..."
Alex: "Well, you do now. She's blocked all your contact methods. How do you win her back without making her uncomfortable?"
The assistant was completely dumbfounded.
He even briefly suspected he was hallucinating, stammering: "Mr. Baker, chasing a girl... first you need, need patience. Can't be forceful, need to be gentle, and cater to her interests, can't make her angry."
Alex's frown deepened.
Gentle?
Cater to her interests?
And can't be forceful?
Great, he'd never done any of those things.
Since taking over the company, he'd long been accustomed to having the final say, never bowing to anyone, let alone carefully accommodating them.
But now, facing Emily's tightly closed heart, he belatedly realized...
Alex said: "Go order two sets of luxury jewelry, latest styles, limited editions. Send them to the Johnson house, say they're partnership gifts from Baker Corporation."
The assistant glanced at his boss.
This was to avoid being thrown away on the spot by Miss Johnson again, wasn't it...
A sharp glare "whooshed" over, and the assistant shuddered: "I'll handle it right away!"
In the office, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Alex stared at those so-called strategies on the computer, his brows tightly knitted.
...
The Johnson family.
Emily had just woken from her afternoon nap, feeling unusually energetic.
She got up and changed into a light gray athletic outfit, loose and soft, easy to move in, completely free from the tight constraints of formal dresses—perfect for her current physical condition.
Thinking about going to Paris, Emily felt refreshed. She casually stuffed her phone in her pocket and went downstairs.
She was about to pour herself some water when she saw a servant walking over carrying two gift boxes.
"Miss, you're finally awake. Mr. Baker just had someone deliver two sets of luxury jewelry, all limited custom editions!"
The boxes opened gently, and instantly brilliant light sparkled as the nearly perfect cut of the diamonds refracted dazzling rays.
The other set was a runway piece with black pearls, endorsed by a top celebrity, the only one of its kind in the world.
The servant smiled and teased: "Mr. Baker is trying to make up with you. Both pieces of jewelry suit you so well, clearly chosen with care. You'd look absolutely stunning wearing them! If you wear them to the banquet, you'll definitely be the star of the show!"
Emily glanced at them and thought seriously for a few seconds: "Not bad, rare styles, diamonds are big enough. Should fetch a good price."
The servant was stunned: "Miss, you—you're not planning to keep them?"
"Keep them for what?" Emily scoffed.
She simply picked up her phone, took several clear photos of the jewelry, and directly posted them on a second-hand luxury goods platform. "I don't like these burdensome things anyway. Wearing them is troublesome, converting them to cash is more practical."
Besides, these things were from Alex.
In her three years with the Baker family, Alex had given her jewelry so rarely she could count the occasions on one hand.
Whether he regretted it now or wanted to make amends, it was all too late.
She didn't need it anymore.
The servant watched her efficiently post the sale listings, looking regretful but not daring to say more.
Her young miss was living freely now, no longer having to compromise herself for anyone.
Just then, Andrew returned.
He laughed helplessly: "Emmie, this is your outfit for the banquet?"
Tonight was the joint clarification press conference by the Baker and Johnson families, also a banquet of sorts.
Elite circles and media reporters would all be in attendance.
Everyone would be dressed to the nines, dripping with jewels, in haute couture gowns.
And here she was, in casual athletic wear, with at most light makeup.
Emily raised her delicate eyebrows: "Dad, comfort is most important. Those tight, corseted formal dresses are uncomfortable and restrictive, not convenient for moving around."
Besides... the baby in her belly was healthy now, growing every day.
Formal dresses weren't suitable for her anymore.
Andrew smiled with satisfaction: "You're becoming more and more like a kid. That's fine, as long as you're happy. Our Emmie would outshine everyone else even in athletic wear."
As long as his daughter was happy, he'd approve even if she wore loungewear to the event.
Emily smiled sweetly and took her father's arm: "Dad's the best to me. Don't worry, I'll just stay for half an hour, clarify the rumors and leave."
Andrew nodded with a smile, no longer trying to persuade her.