Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 36 - Gave Him a Disdainful Glance

“I was the one who answered the phone.

She probably won’t contact your brother anytime soon,” Arabella said softly.

“Arabella, you’re so nice.”

“By the way, will Stella Langston give you up?”

“Don’t worry, she wouldn’t dare,” Eliza assured her.

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On the other side, after Arabella Shaw said Noah Quarter was too busy, Julia Land hung up the phone.

Since Noah Quarter was busy, she’d let it be.

She actually had another way.

However, she planned to wait until things got more heated online to deal with it.

“Sophia, I’m going to the law firm.”

“Okay.”

There was never a need for thanks between her and Violet.

She didn’t know who had uploaded her new home address to the internet.

It wasn’t long after Violet had left.

Julia Land heard a banging sound at the door.

She waited for her bodyguard to get in touch before she went to see.

A skinny man dressed in black was being pinned to the ground by a bodyguard.

There was a bucket of paint on the floor.

Red paint scattered across the tiles.

The man in black had come to splash paint on her doorstep.

“Slut!”

The bodyguard expressionlessly stuffed a sock in the man’s mouth.

Julia Land frowned, “Please take him to the police station, thank you.”

She looked at the red paint on the floor and turned to pick up a rag from the balcony.

The small tricksters behind her were truly vicious.

James Thompson came out of the elevator and saw Julia Land squatting on the ground, one hand wiping the paint off the floor.

Her head was bowed, her hair loosely scattered across her back.

“Little Julia, do you need help wiping it up?” the man’s voice was lazy and deep.

Julia Land looked up at him.

The first thing she saw were his long legs, followed by his bent figure looking down at her.

“You’re back,” she responded calmly, continuing to wipe the floor.

“No need for help.”

Seeing her seeming displeasure, James Thompson didn’t yet know what had happened.

He had rushed here straight from the airport.

James Thompson took a butterfly elastic band out of his pocket, went behind her, hitched up his pants, and squatted down.

His well-defined fingers wove through her shiny, smooth black hair.

In a clumsy motion, he used the elastic band to tie up her long hair.

It was a cozy and loving scene.

But Julia Land hissed, “Ouch, that’s too tight.”

James Thompson, “…Sorry, let me loosen it a bit.”

He looked at her hair, tied askew by his hand, and calmly said, “It looks good.”

She glanced at him skeptically, stood up, walked into the house, and into the kitchen, where she placed the rag in the sink and washed her hands.

James Thompson leaned against the doorframe, “This elastic band is a gift I brought back for you.

It’s pretty nice.”

Their gazes met.

The man walked over, his eyes landing on her face, “Not happy?

Who’s upset you?”

Julia Land, “I don’t know.”

She didn’t yet know who was behind this attempt to trouble her.

James Thompson chuckled lightly, reached out, lifted her chin, and stared at her, “You don’t know?”

Julia Land pursed her lips, “Troubled by a schemer.”

James Thompson’s fingers rubbed her chin as he turned her around, “Go wait in the living room; I’ll clean up outside.”

He let go of her, rolled up his sleeves, and rinsed the rag.

After Julia Land left, he checked his phone and saw several trending search links sent by Sophia Hart.

James Thompson opened the links, and after reading them, his eyes and brows cooled.

He messaged his subordinate.

[Find out who’s the schemer behind little Julia]

He put away his phone, wrung out the rag, and walked out of the kitchen.

He didn’t see Julia Land in the living room.

She had gone to the bedroom.

Had she cried?

James Thompson went to the bedroom, thinking of comforting Julia Land first.

Instead, he heard her energetically cursing someone on the phone, “Stella Langston, you better tighten your skin and wait for my hands to get better, I’m coming for you with both hands to settle accounts.”

“Do you not know what you did?

Just wait for me.”

During the Langston Family’s birthday banquet, with so many people talking, Julia Land spent money to inquire about the event and found out there was a problem.

Julia Land was fuming mad.

She didn’t look like someone who would cry from a broken heart.

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James Thompson laughed ambiguously and turned to leave, heading out to mop the floor.

Having cleaned the floor, he brazenly occupied the bathroom and took a shower.

Inside the bedroom, Julia heard James calling for her to bring him a bathrobe.

Her lips twitched slightly.

Why was he taking a shower at her place?

“No!”

“Put your clothes and pants back on.”

The bathroom door opened.

The man stepped out wearing black boxer shorts, his muscular body bare.

In his hands, he held his shirt, “My clothes got paint on them, are you sure you don’t have one?

I don’t mind going without.”

“…”

He really dared to go without.

Julia fetched a larger towel for him.

After James finished his shower, he picked up Julia, who was busy refreshing the news and laid down with her on the bed.

“What’s so interesting about the news?

Keep me company and sleep for a bit.”

His body radiated a warm heat.

Julia felt hot.

Speechless, she said, “I don’t want to sleep, it’s the middle of the day.”

She was held tightly around the waist, unable to move.

James held her close, his eyes shut as he rested.

He was truly exhausted, having not slept for two days.

His legs entwined with hers.

“Little Pear, keep me company and sleep, just sleep.”

His lips barely moved, kissing her ear.

His stubble scraped her skin.

It was prickly and uncomfortable.

Julia didn’t dare to move, afraid to rouse him.

Soon, the breathing of the man behind her stabilized.

He had fallen asleep.

Bored, Julia began counting numbers.

James woke up after only two hours, finding the woman in his arms asleep.

She was curled up in his embrace.

She looked really well-behaved.

Fierce and cold once awake.

James propped up his head, his gaze landing on her radiant face, slowly trailing down to her red lips.

He slowly got up and checked his phone, then went into the living room to make a call.

“Spread the news about Arabella Shaw’s pregnancy online, and tell Noah Quarter, I am the one who did it.”

The Quarter family had wanted to keep Arabella’s pregnancy a secret for a while, a fig leaf of decorum.

James sneered.

Arabella Shaw was pregnant, and the baby was Director Quarter’s.

The netizens who had been calling Julia a cheap woman for so long now turned their attention elsewhere.

[Could there be another reason for Miss Land’s divorce from Director Quarter?]

[Did we scold the wrong person?]

[Here comes a mistress!]

After giving the orders on how to handle the internet situation, James went back to the bedroom.

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He managed to sleep on Little Pear’s large bed.

Bored, he watched Julia sleep.

When Julia woke up, her mind still foggy, she felt uncomfortable being held by him.

“Loosen up a bit; you’re holding me too tight.”

James leaned against the headboard, his deep eyes watching her, raising his eyebrows slightly.

When he loosened his grip,

Julia prepared to get out of bed.

He grabbed her foot.

“Little Pear, I’ve missed you.

Have you missed me?” James’ voice was very soft.

“I haven’t.” the cold-hearted Julia answered bluntly.

James smiled, he expected that.

His large hand took hold of her right hand, squeezing gently, coaxing her in a low voice, “Well, it’s enough that I miss you.

Help me out.”

“Help with what?”

Julia didn’t catch on right away.

…

An hour later.

Julia only felt pain in her hand and leg, and she cried.

She was practically crying as she urged him on.

What on earth had the man taken to change so much after leaving Dunmore City?

He checked her legs for her, a bit red, but the skin wasn’t broken.

Julia gave him a cold look.

James chuckled lowly, his voice extremely hoarse, “Shall I apply some ointment for you?”

Her fair, bare foot was adorned with a tacky, red rubber band with a butterfly knot.