Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 63 - Prominent Veins

As Arabella Shaw had predicted, the internet really reacted like this.

[They’ve already divorced, each living well on their own, isn’t that good?

Why is Miss Land still trying to cling to her ex-husband?]

[She’s really losing face for women.]

[Despicable, bringing it upon herself.]

[Director Quarter is our Arabella’s!

Ex-wife, please go away.]

The internet was buzzing, and the topic almost turned into how Julia Land was losing face for women.

Today’s women are generally very self-reliant.

Sister Wilson pondered for a moment, since this matter wasn’t anything serious, it just involved Julia Land being scolded by strangers online, “I’ll arrange for some people to guide the netizens.”

*

In the Western restaurant.

Sophia Hart was browsing her phone and saw the trending topic about Julia Land.

She handed it over to Julia Land, “Look, Sister Land, you and that bastard Noah Quarter, just aren’t compatible.”

Julia Land glanced at the news and chuckled.

She cut a slice of steak and placed it into her red lips, “After eating, let’s go to Dreamy Club.”

Sophia Hart laughed in agreement.

Julia Land’s counterattack was fast and fierce.

The two of them left the Western restaurant and went to the Dreamy Club.

On the red sofa.

A seductive woman with her legs crossed, her slender and fair waist enticing.

Her blouse was slightly open, lazily leaning against the sofa.

There were strong men accompanying her on both sides.

Julia Land lazily took out her phone, asking Sophia Hart to help her take a photo hugged by both men.

She smiled and posted the photo on her own Weibo, with the caption:

#Would you pick up chopsticks that you’ve thrown away?

Only the trash can would keep them#

Sophia Hart was the first to run to Weibo to like the post.

The two men accompanying Julia Land also took out their phones to like the post.

*

Alexander Strong knocked and entered the office, “Chairman, the matter of you visiting Miss Land has been captured and made the top trending topic.”

Noah Quarter’s eyes turned cold, if nothing had happened, such news wouldn’t reach trending status, it was just an ex-wife meeting her ex-husband.

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“Miss Land is being scolded by netizens, and Miss Shaw just called, saying she won’t be returning to Dunmore City for now.”

After Alexander Strong finished speaking,

Noah Quarter frowned, “Julia Land.”

Could it be that Julia Land intentionally released this, upsetting Arabella?

This news will fade away in a few days.

It wasn’t anything serious.

He said indifferently, “Don’t worry about the stuff online, move tomorrow’s schedule to later, I’m going to Grace City.”

Alexander Strong guessed that Noah Quarter was going to Grace City to coax Arabella Shaw.

As he was preparing to leave the office, his eyes scanned the tablet in his hand.

Another trending topic appeared on the tablet screen.

Julia Land’s Weibo post: #Would you pick up chopsticks that you’ve thrown away?

Only the trash can would keep them#

“…”

*

Outside the Dreamy Club.

A silver sedan was parked.

The man inside the car loosened his tie, his eyes carrying a trace of coldness.

He had wrapped up some hospital matters and held a company meeting, now feeling a bit relaxed.

Assistant Winters saw Julia Land’s Weibo post, coughed lightly, and turned to speak, “BOSS, Miss Land has already handled the online issue by herself.”

James Thompson loosened his tie on the seat, a smirk playing on his lips, “My little Land is really capable, speed up the takeover of Quarter Family.”

Assistant Winters hesitated to bring up Julia Land’s handling method and answered the second question instead, “Yes, I’ll inform them.”

Despite everything, the Quarter Family was a major conglomerate, and Noah Quarter wasn’t a fool in business management.

The company was full of talented individuals.

It would, therefore, take time to nibble away at such a large conglomerate.

“Boss, do you want to check out Miss Land’s tweet yourself?” Assistant Winters asked with a docile expression, very sincerely.

James Thompson lifted his gaze and pulled out his phone to browse through Twitter.

After reading it, he showed no signs of anger, put the phone away, and got out of the car.

Assistant Winters dutifully followed him.

As Thompson entered the club, he saw Julia Land laughing and talking with a man by her side.

“What are you chatting about?

Let me hear too.”

He placed a hand on her shoulder.

Julia turned her head to look, only to find Thompson standing behind her.

He also looked down at her.

Leaning forward, from behind, his chin rested on her shoulder, his face close to hers, his thin lips brushed against her face.

His warm breath fanned her cheek.

His well-defined fingers caressed her neck.

Julia tilted her head back and quivered.

Assistant Winters approached Sophia Hart, and respectfully made a gesture to usher her out.

Sophia, her eyes wide, watched Thompson and Julia in their intimate embrace, not having enough, but Assistant Winters ushered her out.

Dreamy Club also saw other patrons leave, their gazes somewhat drifting towards Thompson.

The tall man, tucked into the woman’s neck.

They didn’t clearly see the man’s face, the woman’s face, but a few recognized it as Julia Land.

The music in the club didn’t stop.

The place was cleared of people.

Thompson’s thin lips lingered on her fair neck.

He chuckled softly, “Little Pear, before your amnesia, we were already boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Julia looked at him.

Their eyes met.

Julia rubbed her head, “Take your hand off my neck first.”

Thompson let go of her, stood up, walked around the sofa, and sat next to her.

He poured a glass of wine for Julia and one for himself.

“Drink?”

Julia took the wine glass, and they clinked glasses.

She drank the wine, her lips turning a deeper shade of red.

Thompson set down his glass and took hers as well.

His eyes, dark as ink, his fingertips landed on her legs.

Her legs.

Wrapped around his waist.

Just as he had said, back then.

He pulled her close, his voice low, “Isn’t the music very lively?”

A thumping sound, like something hitting.

For a moment, Julia’s eyes were lost in the sound.

An hour later, Julia leaned into Thompson’s arms as he carried her out of Dreamy Club.

Soon, a new trending item popped up.

#Miss Land’s current man, ex now irrelevant#

In the photo,

A tall man, bending to help the woman into the car, revealing half of her alluring face, the man’s face hidden in shadows, blurred.

**

Noah Quarter’s fingers tightened around the tablet.

The man holding her, he recognized immediately as James Thompson.

Why had Julia reconciled with him?

Veins on the back of Noah’s hands stood out conspicuously.

Clearly, after her memory loss, she hadn’t had any relation with Thompson.

He remembered the photos taken by someone he had sent to trail Julia at the Sincere Heart Community Building.

At that time, he hadn’t given it much thought, assuming Thompson had gone to see Sophia Hart.

A sudden anger surged through him.