Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 39 - Try a Different One
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Julia Land referred to the “old place” as an abandoned children’s amusement park.
It used to be bustling here.
She and Violet once sold children’s toys outside the amusement park.
Clad in a white shirt, black suit pants, Violet also held a bouquet of roses in his hand.
He leaned on his cane, slowly making his way toward the woman standing by the carousel.
Violet met Julia Land when he was seven years old in the orphanage, she was eight.
She wore a slightly faded red dress, looking at the woman leaving from the orphanage’s door.
And he watched her, clutching an old backpack in his arms.
Both of them were children abandoned by their parents.
The orphanage was not a charitable place that sheltered children.
He and Julia Land had once heard the old man who managed the orphanage talking to a man.
That man said, someone wanted to buy corneas.
The next day, that man took away a child with very beautiful, extremely beautiful eyes.
He and Julia Land were both very afraid, terribly scared.
They both learned to disguise themselves, making themselves look untidy, hair covering most of their faces.
When Julia Land was ten.
The old man’s gaze towards Julia Land was very kind, that pervasively twisted kind of kindness.
Her fair skin couldn’t be hidden, even with her disheveled appearance.
Violet had always stuck by Julia Land’s side, even when going to the restroom, Violet would wait outside.
But the old man was an adult, the head of the orphanage, and he could easily separate Violet and Julia Land.
Actually, Julia Land wasn’t too willing to think about the past.
People must always look ahead in life.
“Julia.”
Violet stood beside Julia Land, and they looked at the rusted carousel in front of them.
“Do you want to go for a ride?”
Back then, he could still lift her onto the carousel, but now he was disabled, leaning on a cane.
He couldn’t lift her.
But he could still wipe down the carousel for her.
Violet gave the flowers to Julia Land, taking a tissue to wipe the carousel for her.
Julia Land, holding the flowers, tiptoed onto the carousel horse, smiled at Violet, and said, “It’s really nice.”
They were both still alive.
Violet loved Julia Land, and Julia Land loved Violet.
Their love for each other was not that of romantic affection.
But rather, the kind that looks back suddenly, and I will be standing behind you, always there for you.
More than family.
Perhaps others couldn’t understand this kind of emotion.
“Today, I hit Stella Langston, and my mother said she regretted bringing me back to the Langston Family.”
Julia Land cried while sitting on the carousel horse, she seldom cried.
But this time, her weeping was unrestrained.
She cried until she hiccupped.
Then, both her and Violet burst into laughter.
Like two mad people.
Violet wiped her tears, wiped her nose, and took out a ring from his pocket.
A ring made of paper.
The year they both escaped from the orphanage, they came here.
Violet picked up a piece of paper casually discarded on the ground.
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He folded the paper into a ring.
He teased Julia Land, “Julia, what a big diamond ring, like those I’ve seen in advertisements, proposing, I give it to you, do you like it?”
At that age, they didn’t understand the significance of a proposal ring.
Julia Land stretched out her hand.
Violet placed the Paper Ring on Julia Land’s right pinky finger.
It was the pinky finger, not the wedding ring finger.
A ring on the pinky finger of the right hand signifies guardianship.
*
James Thompson stood behind a large tree, he wanted to smoke, but he worried that the smell would waft over to the embracing couple.
There were flowers and rings again.
He didn’t see what the ring looked like.
James Thompson watched coldly with a cigarette in his mouth.
He scoffed.
James Thompson turned and left the children’s amusement park, tossing the unlit cigarette in his mouth into a trash can.
The road was desolate and not congested.
James Thompson had driven himself today.
He controlled the steering wheel with one hand, his elbow resting on the window ledge.
The car speed gradually increased.
The wind from outside the window blew in, striking his chiseled, handsome features.
His expression was a bit cold.
Feeling inexplicably irritated, what should he do?
In his mind, he pictured the woman sitting on the carousel, holding the delicate man.
James Thompson parked the car in front of the Dreamy Club.
He threw the keys to the valet and went straight inside.
The Dreamy Club wasn’t open for business in broad daylight.
When Trevor Sullivan rushed over from his beauty’s tender embrace, James Thompson was sitting cross-legged, with a cigarette between his fingers, watching the male striptease on stage.
He was the only man in the audience.
Trevor Sullivan’s whole mood exploded.
“You don’t go to see the ladies’ show, but come to see a male striptease?
Are you alright?”
The man on the sofa glanced at him indifferently and turned back to continue watching the show.
He rolled up his sleeves, leaning lazily on the sofa, smoking, his tattoo of a black mamba looking fierce as it seemed to devour a rose.
The waiter stood quietly in the corner, waiting.
Trevor Sullivan signaled for the waiter to bring over a few bottles of booze.
The stage switched to dynamic music, and the male dancers moved rhythmically as they approached.
This was the part where money gets stuffed into briefs.
Seeing how earnestly “Mr.
James” was observing, Sullivan chuckled awkwardly, “Mr.
James, got tired of beauties, falling for handsome men now?”
James Thompson glanced at him from the corner of his eye, unbuttoning a few buttons to reveal his collarbone, and lazily said, “Tired of living?”
“I’m just trying to cheer you up,” he retorted.
Trevor Sullivan thought James Thompson had come to settle scores with him today—after all, Miss Land had previously patronized his club.
But now, it didn’t seem like he came to settle accounts.
“You got dumped?”
His words were in jest.
Imagine James Thompson in a relationship?
Hard to picture.
Indifferently, James Thompson held his drink, and spoke slowly, “Not dumped, just saw a woman crying in another man’s arms.”
“…That’s kind of sad.”
Trevor Sullivan held back and then said, “Why pine for one flower?
It’s better when all flowers bloom.”
“So that’s why you have kidney deficiency.”
If all flowers are blooming but you’re not kidney deficient, that’s odd, James Thompson remarked without even lifting his brows.
Trevor Sullivan got irritated, “I can go over half an hour each time, three or four times a night, no kidney deficiency my ass.”
James Thompson scoffed, not even wanting to put him down.
He could always last over an hour, and seven or eight times a night was no problem.
It’s just that she was too tender and fragile, couldn’t handle it.
James Thompson’s scoff and disdain hit Trevor Sullivan’s male pride, “Brother James, many men aren’t as good as I am.”
“Heh, this male striptease isn’t very good though.”
“…”
Isn’t that obvious?
Go to a different venue for a female show; guarantee it’ll look good.
Sullivan dared not say these words; the man was in a bad mood, his toxicity strong.
After some thought, Sullivan suggested, “How about I find you a clean one tonight?”
It’s just a matter of switching women.
The people in their circle, whether men or women, all knew how to play.
Just that James Thompson used to be like a monk about to take his vows.
“Want it or not?
Just say the word,” Sullivan smiled, “I guarantee I’ll arrange it well.”
James Thompson turned his head to look at Trevor Sullivan, his eyes dark and deep as he flicked the ash from his cigarette.
After a while, he said, “Alright, let’s do it.”
Time to try a new one.
He thought nonchalantly.
