Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 44 - His Gaze Was Indifferent

It was just habit.

Noah walked ahead with larger strides.

Julia, in her high heels, found it difficult to keep up with such large steps, so she followed a bit breathlessly.

Noah slowed down.

Julia caught up with the man in front, her smile beaming, “Today I booked a medicinal meal at Youth Attic, your stomach isn’t very good, and their meals are very suitable for nourishing the stomach.”

After saying this, she muttered to herself, “Strange, how do I know that your stomach isn’t good?”

Noah heard her talking to herself.

She seemed to be wholeheartedly considering him.

He observed her attire, the delicate skin exposed, and he took off his suit jacket, “Wear this.”

Julia gladly accepted his coat and draped it over herself, smiling radiantly.

Alexander Strong was responsible for driving them to Youth Attic.

Julia occasionally chatted with Alexander, who mainly talked about her past as a secretary, for her benefit.

It was a well-intentioned effort.

He just wanted Julia to regain her memory and not fall for the same person twice.

The first time, she divorced very sensibly.

What would happen the second time was unknown.

Alexander felt a hidden worry for her.

There was no traffic jam today, and they arrived at Youth Attic in about half an hour.

Many wealthy businessmen and celebrities liked to come here for medicinal meals for health preservation.

Julia reported the reservation name, and the waiter led them to a private room.

Alexander didn’t follow them into the private room; he chose to eat outside.

Julia took off the suit jacket she was wearing and hung it on a coat hook.

Just then, Noah standing beside her inquired, “Inviting me to dinner, is there something you want to discuss?”

Julia cleared her throat and blinked, “Of course, it’s important, I’ve already ordered in advance, we’ll talk after we’ve eaten.”

Noah nodded, and the two sat down.

Julia rested her chin on her hands, looking at Noah.

The man sat there indifferently.

She swiped her phone screen, opened the camera app, pouted her lips, and made a victory sign at the lens.

The photo captured her, as well as including Noah.

Julia, excited, posted the photo to her social circle.

“Having dinner with my ex-husband today, the atmosphere is very good.”

The dishes were served, and the waiter left the room.

When they were almost done eating, Julia put down her chopsticks.

“Noah.”

Her eyes were serious as she looked at him, “Did I used to love you a lot?”

Noah put down his chopsticks, unsure of what to say for a moment.

“Arabella gave birth to a daughter for me.”

Although he and Arabella Shaw were not yet married, they already had a daughter.

Julia’s lips quivered slightly, her fingertips trembling as well.

Of course, she knew Arabella had given birth.

But that woman, how did she get everything and still harm her!

Julia put on a smile, “Congratulations.”

She poured herself some wine, downing several glasses in quick succession.

Noah frowned, stopping her, and chided disapprovingly, “You’ve just recovered, drink less.”

Julia’s eyelashes fluttered, and after a few glasses, her cheeks were flushed.

“I’m just having a few glasses,” Julia smiled brightly, remembering the blood Little Violet had shed on her that day.

A sharp pain struck Julia’s head.

“I’m full, let’s go.”

She walked to the coat rack, took down the suit jacket she had just hung up, and said, “This suit seems to be the gift I gave you for your birthday, I thought you would have thrown it away.”

Noah paused for a moment, “There’s no need to throw it away.”

Julia Land curled her lips into a smile, “That’s true.”

She draped the coat over herself again, and Noah Quarter’s eyes flickered slightly.

After walking out of Youth Attic, Julia said, “You guys go ahead, I have something else to do.

The car I left at the office, I’ll drive it away tomorrow.”

Alexander Strong said, “Take care of yourself when you’re alone, and call me if anything comes up.”

Julia nodded.

Noah Quarter got into the car and watched Julia, vibrant and radiant, outside.

He pursed his lips and looked away, no longer gazing at her.

“Head to Imperial View Gardens.”

Julia waited for Noah to leave, then took a selfie with his suit jacket draped over her.

She posted it to her social media with the caption, “It’s a little chilly today since I dressed too lightly.”

Arabella Shaw, you should truly enjoy the gift I’ve sent you.

Imperial View Gardens.

Arabella Shaw was in her postpartum care when she took her daughter from the nursemaid and attempted to feed her with a bottle.

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“Is Noah back yet?” Arabella asked tenderly as she gazed at her daughter.

“Miss Shaw, not yet,” replied the nursemaid softly.

The gentle smile on Arabella’s face faded slightly as she handed the baby back to the nursemaid.

She had wanted to ask him about their wedding tonight.

Grandmother’s death came at an inopportune time.

Thus, the wedding had to be called off.

And then there was Julia Land, with her unnaturally tough luck.

Ding-dong.

Arabella’s phone chimed with a message.

She picked it up and saw it was from Eliza Quarter, who had just sent her the social media post that Julia had shared a short while ago.

Arabella bit her lip, and her eyes instantly flashed with malice.

He had dinner with Julia tonight.

Julia was still wearing his suit jacket.

Such a familiar maneuver.

Arabella had used that tactic herself before.

She consoled herself, telling herself it’s all part of Julia’s scheme, not to get angry, not to get angry.

Arabella hurled the phone onto the floor.

She had heard that Julia lost her memory, and now, Arabella was eager to see whether it was genuine amnesia or just a facade.

In one second, Arabella’s brooding expression was replaced with one both gentle and sweet.

**

Julia, having posted the photo to her social circle, somewhat boredly found a bench by the roadside to sit and wait for her ride.

She was preoccupied with her phone, head down.

“Miss Land?

What a coincidence to see you again today.”

“…”

Julia lifted her gaze to see that several people had unexpectedly appeared in front of her.

Trevor Sullivan sat down beside her and started a conversation, “Why are you alone?”

Julia raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you a person?”

Trevor laughed, “I’m not a person.”

Julia admired his wit and replied with a smile, “It shows.”

“Miss Land, you’re really quite interesting,” Trevor commented.

Not far to Julia’s right stood a tall man, a cigarette pinched between two fingers, his profile looking somewhat aloof.

Another, more scholarly-looking man spoke quietly and respectfully to him, “Sir, we’re thinking of bringing Little Violet over to Dunmore City to take care of you.”

The man’s expression was cool as he blew out a ring of smoke, “No need.”

Trevor pointed to the man and introduced him to Julia, “His name is James Thompson.

He used to be quite close with Miss Land.”

Julia responded, “Oh?

Is that so?

I really don’t remember, sorry.”

She stood up, the suit jacket she wore becoming more conspicuous.

It was a man’s jacket.

Inside the jacket, her figure appeared slender.

“Mr.

Sullivan, I must go now.”

Julia passed by James without a sideways glance, but a hand reached out, halting her.

The hand seemed naturally suited for wielding a scalpel.

The man said nonchalantly, “I’m James Thompson.”

Julia froze for a moment, then looked up at the man before her and her smile blossomed radiantly, “Hello, I’m Julia Land.”

She shook his hand fleetingly with the tips of her fingers.

Julia got into the car that had come to pick her up.

After settling down, she subconsciously turned her head to meet the deep black eyes of someone outside the car.

His gaze was indifferent.

Julia offered a polite smile and turned to the driver, “Let’s go clubbing.”