Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 60 - The Devilish Man

James Thompson put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and his eyes swept over the colorful clothes that Julia Land was wearing.

They made her neck look even whiter.

Like a flowering peacock.

Julia Land didn’t know James Thompson’s thoughts about her.

She stopped eating when she was seventy percent full.

The phone on the table in front of James Thompson rang; the caller ID showed Chloe Sullivan.

Julia Land looked away.

He took the call.

His voice was casual.

Julia Land vaguely heard Chloe Sullivan’s sweet and vivacious voice.

After he hung up, he said to Trevor Sullivan, “Your cousin wants Peking duck from Gourmet here, buy one and send it to her.”

Trevor Sullivan checked the time, “What time is it now?

Who’s going to eat Peking duck?”

But despite his words, he still called the waiter over.

James Thompson’s deep gaze swept over Julia Land and instructed the newly arrived waiter, “Prepare two Peking ducks, one for Miss Land to take home.”

Julia Land said thank you very politely.

James Thompson’s eyes flickered slightly.

She was distant and polite to him.

After dinner, it was then Thomas Sullivan finally talked business with James Thompson.

He had specifically invited James Thompson over that night to try to introduce a technology from the Thompson Group.

Julia Land finally understood the purpose of the mahjong game.

Once they finished talking…

The mahjong game ended, and Julia Land had to contact her bodyguard to pick her up, since she had drunk alcohol and couldn’t drive.

Thomas Sullivan and the others all had chauffeurs.

“Secretary Land, I’ll drive you home,” Thomas Sullivan was a reasonably good boss.

Julia Land nodded, took the passenger seat, and, after sitting down, looked towards the cars ahead.

James Thompson’s assistant opened the door for him.

The man bent down and got in.

Julia Land withdrew her gaze.

James Thompson got into the car, closed his eyes to rest, and thinking about how she had been so courteous to him all evening, he sneered and told the driver, “Go to the Sincere Heart Community Building.”

**

When Julia Land returned home, Sophia Hart wasn’t there.

She put the Peking duck in the fridge, planning to reheat it the next day for a meal.

First, she took a shower and then got a few bottles of beer from the fridge and went into her room.

Julia Land sat cross-legged on the couch and bent down to open the drawer beneath the table, pulling out an album.

Inside the album was a picture of her with Violet.

Drinking, she said to Violet, “I went to that woman’s album release site on purpose today; she seemed really happy to see me.”

Julia Land curved her lips into a smile.

That woman had Noah Quarter looking out for her.

It was hard for an ordinary person like her to deal with her, but she was trying, trying to become Arabella Shaw’s shadow.

That night when she was eleven…

The orphanage director called Julia Land to his room.

His withered hands undressed her.

Her smooth, childish skin pleased him greatly.

Ten-year-old Violet, holding a brick, rushed in to attack, but malnourished for years, his body was like that of an eight-year-old.

The old man was an adult, and after being struck, he could easily knock Violet down.

Julia Land got up, her teeth sharp, and she bit the old man’s hand, and Violet also got up, picking up the brick to hit the old man.

The two of them ran away from the orphanage.

Back then, they were both very scared.

Julia Land wiped away the tears that spilled out and put the album back.

She took the bottle of beer and slowly sipped it, lost in thought.

Some people are born with bad fates.

**

Meanwhile, downstairs at the Sincere Heart Community Building, a car was parked there.

It was quiet within the car.

Assistant Winters glanced at the rear-view mirror.

The boss in the back seat was still resting with his eyes closed.

An hour passed.

James Thompson opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice, “Where is Sophia now?”

His voice was slightly hoarse and carried a trace of tiredness.

Assistant Winters turned his head and said, “I’ll make a call to check first.”

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Jasper Winters immediately contacted Sophia Hart’s bodyguard to inquire about her location, while he was still on the phone.

He then heard the Boss behind him say, “Arrange some entertainment to ensure she has a good time there tonight.”

Assistant Winters paused for a second, “Alright.”

The car window rolled down.

The car was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see the person inside.

James Thompson lit up a cigarette.

His fingers clutched the smoke.

Elbow resting on the window sill.

Time ticked by, minute by minute, until 1 am.

The car door opened.

James Thompson got out of the car, walked into the building without a sideways glance, took an elevator card from his pocket, and pressed the elevator button.

He arrived at Julia Land’s front door.

He rang the bell.

Julia Land, a bit dizzy from the alcohol, was about to crawl into bed to sleep when she heard the doorbell.

“Did Sophia forget her keys?”

She crawled out of bed, walked to the door, and peered through the peephole.

Was that James Thompson she saw?

She opened the door for a closer look, and indeed, it was James Thompson.

Outside, James Thompson looked at Julia Land, who was staring at him in confusion as she opened the door.

She was wearing her pajamas, quite conservative ones.

Her fair face was flushed.

He could smell the alcohol.

She had been drinking again.

James Thompson’s gaze was deep as he looked into the woman’s eyes, “I’ve come to fetch something for Sophia.”

Julia Land, whose head was already spinning, did not suspect the wolf’s arrival and opened the door, “Come in.”

Julia Land turned around to head back inside.

James Thompson entered, closed the door, and nonchalantly slipped on a pair of ladies’ slippers.

Suddenly, he called out, “Julia Land.”

Julia turned her head, her eyes full of confusion, “Hmm?”

“You once promised to buy me a pair of slippers.”

“…..”

The feigned amnesia did not stop Julia Land from clearly remembering that she had never promised to buy him slippers.

James Thompson moved closer to Julia.

He smelled the faint scent of her bath products.

Sweet and enticing.

Julia Land rubbed her head, trying to clear her mind, “Why would I…

prepare slippers for you?”

James Thompson wrapped his arm around her slender waist, burying his head in her neck to hide the depth in his eyes.

His lips curled into a smile as he whispered, “Because I used to take care of you, you were my woman.”

Julia Land, “…..”

It was clearly she who took care of him!

Her head spun even more now, and she didn’t want to continue with James Thompson’s nonsense.

“Sophia’s room is that one; go get what you need yourself.”

The hand he had around her waist did not let go.

James Thompson lifted her chin, smiling.

His gaze made Julia Land want to hide, “I really don’t feel like letting go of you.

What should I do?”

He had come tonight with no intention of leaving.

This woman had lost her memory and had forgotten all about him.

What a stroke of luck!

It was just beginning to lighten outside.

Julia Land was lying half-dead in bed.

Soon after, the bathroom door opened.

The other side of the bed sank again.

The man wrapped his arms around her, “Let’s sleep.”

This man was the devil.

Tonight, this man kept recounting to her the things they used to do together.

He said, “If I talk enough, you’ll remember.”

Julia Land was too tired to listen to him go on.

She just wanted to sleep, her eyes had just closed.

And then the man woke her up again, tormenting her.

A very innocent kind of torment, tickling her, all sorts of ways to wake her up.

It was terrifying.

She almost surrendered, admitting she was faking the amnesia.

“Little Julia, we even used to play in front of the mirror,” the man’s voice was already very hoarse and seductive.

Julia Land pulled a pillow over her head.

Please, just leave her be.

James Thompson chuckled.

“The more I talk to you now, the less likely you’ll be to forget me in the future.”