A Call That Changed Her Entire Life Chapter 519 I Just Rubs Him The Wrong Way

Magee had never triumphed over Jacob in their long-running rivalry, be it business or private life. Now
he had been gifted with an opportunity of a lifetime. For the very first time in his life, he had the chance
to best Jacob and he would be a fool to let go of this golden chance.

Magee knew that he was taking advantage of his privilege as Jacob was in an unfavorable position. But
he couldn't allow such a great opportunity to slip through his fingers. If he didn't take his revenge now
for all the humiliation Jacob had subjected him to, he would regret it for the rest of his life when Jacob
would regain his memory.

The commotion in the front yard caught Emily's attention. She rushed out from her room when she
sensed that something was wrong. What she saw when she entered shocked her: overturned table,
broken teapots, water spilled all over the floor and broken fragments scattered around.

"What the hell happened here? Did you two have a fight?" Emily was desperately scrambling to make
sense of it all.

Meanwhile, Jacob and Magee had their eyes locked at each other, desperately demanding a release in
the form of a fight. Silence enveloped the room, as neither uttered a word to Emily.

Their eyes fashioned like sharp knives, begging to draw first blood.

Emily walked to Jacob's side and held his hands, hoping to ease his anger. She asked Jacob gently,
"What happened? Tell me. I am worried about you."

"It's not a big deal." Jacob stopped short. His eyes were still spitting flames of fury, but his tone
softened when he spoke to Emily.

Having realized Emily's disquiet at their dispute, Magee shrugged his shoulders and said to her, "Well, I
am afraid Jacob and I will have to call an end to our personal squabble. Don't worry, Emily. It's really



nothing. I just rubbed him the wrong way."

"Get out of the house now!" Jacob said to Magee coldly.

Although Emily had no idea of how things ended up this way, she was going to be on Jacob's side no
matter what had happened. "Maybe this isn't the right time for you two to continue talking. Why not give
each other some time to calm down and talk it out another day?" she said to Magee, trying to mediate
the dispute between them.

Magee regretted the fact that he wasn't able to seize the opportunity to settle the score with Jacob, but
he knew it well that he was the first to instigate the fight and overdoing it could come back to bite him
someday. He nodded in agreement to Emily and said, "Okay. We will talk it out later."

Then Magee turned around and walked out of the room.

Jacob looked at the mess around him and then bent down to clean the broken fragments on the ground
silently, falling into his own thoughts. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up his hand. All the while, he failed to
notice that a broken shard of porcelain had left a big cut in his palm from which blood was gushing out
profusely.

Looking at the blood dripping down Jacob's hand, Emily turned to him with a frown and persuaded him,
"Jacob, that's a big cut. Leave these fragments now. I will help you to clean the cut."

Jacob, however, continued to pick the broken pieces with his bleeding hand as though he hadn't heard
what she was saying.

Exasperated by his ignorance, Emily rushed to stop him by holding his wounded hand. "Can't you hear
me? I am asking you to stop. If you carry on like this instead of caring for your hand, I will start clean
this mess with you and have myself cut as well."



Jacob paused and he finally gave in because he didn't want Emily to get hurt by the broken shards.

Emily had mixed feelings. On one hand, she was worried about his wound, but on the other, she was
frustrated by his stubborn attitude and carelessness. "Come here. Let me clean the cut for you," she
insisted.

Jacob pursed his lips tightly and didn't respond to her. He picked up a piece of cloth from the floor and
roughly wrapped it around his cut and then went on to decoct the medicinal herbs for her.

Emily finally realized Jacob was giving her the silent treatment.

Did Jacob want to start a "cold war" between them?

Puzzled, Emily couldn't figure out why Jacob was acting so immature and that made her even more
angrier. For all she knew, she hadn't done anything to deserve such a treatment. Any misunderstanding
between them could easily be cleared away just as long as Jacob was open to having an adult
discussion.

Sadly, he didn't. Jacob just kept everything bottled inside and refused to speak his mind which made
things harder for the both of them.

This was far from how Jacob would handle things in the past. Had this been in the past, he would have
laid his cards on the table.

The past Jacob had a strong desire to possess her and he wouldn't allow anyone to take her away
from him. Moreover, he would deal with their conflicts in his own way: direct, quick and decisive. But
now Jacob was escaping from reality. He was far from the his past self.

Emily was not very enthusiastic about keeping up with this cold war. It was the source of a potential
difficulty and discord between them, which far from solving any problems could only makes things



worse.

However, Emily didn't realize that Jacob had no intentions of ignoring her. In truth, the real reason
behind him behaving like that was that he didn't know how to face her at that moment.

Magee had left, but his words were still lingering in Jacob's mind, haunting him.

The present-Jacob seemed like a complete stranger to the past-Jacob. Haunted by the ghost of his
former self, Jacob felt insecure about the fact that every time Emily looked at him she was looking at
his past self instead of who he was now.

Doubts filled his mind like poison, eating away at his insides. Jacob felt as though the man Emily really
loved was not him, but the memory of his past self.

Not only was he bothered by the fact that Magee had a relationship with Emily, he was more envious of
the man he once was. The thought of being jealous of himself made him feel worthless and unwanted.

Although, Jacob understood that both versions of him were the same person, but he still wanted to
know which one Emily loved now. His inner demons had created an identity crisis and an inferiority
complex vis-a-vis to himself.

Jacob struggled with his self-doubt which made him afraid of facing Emily, ergo the root cause of the
"cold war".

Jacob was boiling the herbs while Emily stood there in the room silently. No word. No eye contact.
They were both hurting on the inside, but they didn't know how to break the invisible wall that was
standing between them.

The day passed slowly and dreadfully.



At night, Emily lay in bed sleeplessly, tossing and turning, unable to keep out the thoughts of what
transpired between her and Jacob.

She focused her anger towards Jacob and the coldness he harboured in his heart.

'Jacob. You are such an immature child! I can't believe we can't talk this out like we used to! This feels
so silly.' Emily wanted to tear her hair out.

Was it the memory loss? Or did he fall out of love with her?

As if things weren't bad enough, Emily decided that if Jacob still didn't talk to her tomorrow, she would
do the same to him. It was pity she didn't understand that fighting fire with fire wasn't going to solve
anything!

Meanwhile, Jacob was also awake in the other room. The image of Emily's smiling face floated in his
mind, and he felt restless. The more he thought of Emily, the more he felt envious of his past self, with
whom Emily had shared many beautiful memories.

While he feel like a stranger who had no idea of her past life. He loved Emily so much, he wanted to be
the be-all and end-all of her life, but unfortunately he had no recollection of who she was from before.

Frustrated, his insecurities and shortcomings ate away at his mind.

It wasn't until dawn when he finally felt extremely tired and fell asleep.

All of a sudden, he heard someone push open the door and creep into his room. From the looks of it,
the person didn't want to wake him up.

Jacob opened his eyes in a daze and saw the silhouette of a delicate figure in the darkness. The first
person that came to his mind was Emily.



"What are you doing here?"

He sat up and thought about getting Emily a coat because he was worried that she'd catch a cold if she
kept standing there.

However, before Jacob knew it, she closed the door in a hurry and crawled on top of him like a feral
cat.

He felt a hot kiss on his face, but her breath was strange to him. That was when he came to the
realization that he had mistaken this person for Emily.

"Get away from me! You are not Emily! Who are you?" Jacob shouted as he threw her aside with all his
strength.

"Ouch!" Shocked, the woman screamed in pain as she fell down to the ground. "It hurts."

Irritated, Jacob got up and lit up the lamp immediately. In the light, he finally figured out who the girl
was. "Why did you come to my room? How dare you!"

The girl was in her early twenties and she had a lovely face. But her tear-soaked eyes were swollen
like two red tomatoes. There were stains on her ragged clothes, and scars on her exposed skin, as if
she had been abused by someone.

Her figure was similar to Emily's. Perhaps, that was why Jacob mistook her as Emily and allowed her to
enter his room in the first place.

When Jacob caught on to her trick, she wept bitterly. "They told me your name is Bear. Please save
me. Please help me, Bear!" Her words came in short gasps and the muffled sobs wracked against her
chest.

"What are you doing here?"

He sat up and thought about getting Emily a coat because he was worried that she'd catch a cold if she
kept standing there.

However, before Jacob knew it, she closed the door in a hurry and crawled on top of him like a feral
cat.

He felt a hot kiss on his face, but her breath was strange to him. That was when he came to the
realization that he had mistaken this person for Emily.

"Get away from me! You are not Emily! Who are you?" Jacob shouted as he threw her aside with all his
strength.

"Ouch!" Shocked, the woman screamed in pain as she fell down to the ground. "It hurts."

Irritated, Jacob got up and lit up the lamp immediately. In the light, he finally figured out who the girl
was. "Why did you come to my room? How dare you!"

The girl was in her early twenties and she had a lovely face. But her tear-soaked eyes were swollen
like two red tomatoes. There were stains on her ragged clothes, and scars on her exposed skin, as if
she had been abused by someone.

Her figure was similar to Emily's. Perhaps, that was why Jacob mistook her as Emily and allowed her to
enter his room in the first place.

When Jacob caught on to her trick, she wept bitterly. "They told me your name is Bear. Please save
me. Please help me, Bear!" Her words came in short gasps and the muffled sobs wracked against her
chest.



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