Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 64 - Are You Asking for a Beating

Julia had her own matters to attend to, and it was inconvenient to have James Thompson staying by her side.

Her answer was too resolute.

James Thompson felt like he was dying.

Why couldn’t this woman’s heart be as soft as it was during their endearing moments?

So softly imploring would be nice.

He bent down, his hands bracing the couch, enclosing her in his embrace.

“Really not possible?”

“Mhm, not possible.”

James Thompson nodded, not insisting further.

He watched her wearing the bathrobe, lazily squinting, seeming very sleepy.

“Do you need ointment?”

“Hm?”

Julia lifted her eyes puzzled, looking into his deep gaze, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

“No need.” She knew what he was referring to.

James Thompson smiled.

“I’m going now, you should go to sleep early.”

Julia nodded, finally raising her head.

His thin lips kissed her forehead.

He picked up his phone, walked to change shoes, and left through the door.

**

Noah Quarter became a laughingstock.

After all, he was dubbed a chopstick.

And Arabella Shaw also became a joke, because after all, she was the trashcan responsible for collecting discarded chopsticks.

People in high society, especially the ladies, would meet for tea whenever they had spare time.

Leah Thompson, while dealing with these inquisitive people, restrained her anger.

Her son used to be glorified and never mired in such shameful news.

Now look at him, after Julia Land divorced and took so much of the Quarter Family’s money, why was she still involved with her son?

And Arabella Shaw, if she hadn’t been so set on getting into the entertainment industry to become an actress, her son wouldn’t have received so much attention.

All because of their low family backgrounds, not presentable at all.

Leah Thompson was in no mood to stay and chat with these ladies over tea.

She was on the verge of exploding with rage.

“I have a family emergency, I must go.”

“Mrs.

Quarter, take care, let’s meet again another day.”

Leah Thompson donned a ladylike hat and sunglasses, gave a nod, and left.

The server opened the door for her.

She got into her car and, thinking of her daughter still abroad, immediately made a phone call to Eliza Quarter, starting with a rant against Arabella Shaw.

Eliza Quarter, because of an accident involving Julia Land, had been sent overseas by Noah Quarter overnight.

Leah Thompson, thinking of this, despised Julia Land even more.

What did her own daughter’s accident have to do with her?

Whether Julia Land lived or died, it had nothing to do with her daughter!

Why should her daughter be sent out of the country!

Leah Thompson didn’t have Julia Land’s mobile number, so she settled for calling to scold Arabella Shaw instead.

Arabella Shaw was unaware of the affair circulating online.

She was just waiting for Noah Quarter to coax her.

But before she could see Noah Quarter, she received a call from Leah Thompson.

“Arabella Shaw, if you’re thinking of marrying into the Quarter Family, then properly quit this messy entertainment circle,” Leah Thompson scolded, “You’re even worse than Julia Land, at least she quietly worked as a secretary, and you’re out there singing to embarrass yourself.”

Arabella Shaw couldn’t fathom why Leah Thompson had berated her, and to add insult to injury, she was compared to Julia Land, naturally putting her in a terrible mood.

Once Leah Thompson had finished her tirade and hung up the phone,

Sister Wilson happened to walk in.

“Check out Weibo.”

She had intended to tell her directly about the online mockery comparing her to a trash bin, but Sister Wilson decided it was best for her to see for herself.

Arabella frowned and looked at Weibo, only to see the post made by Julia Land.

Her complexion turned sour in an instant.

The man embracing Julia Land and helping her into the car, she recognized him at a glance as James Thompson.

How could this be?

Hadn’t Julia Land forgotten about James Thompson?

Sister Wilson frowned this time too, “I should advise you that in this matter, Julia Land is off the hook.

Instead, her social media following grew as more fans pursued her, while you and Director Quarter have become the target of ridicule by netizens.”

Some divorced women were also sharing pictures of chopsticks in their moments.

That symbolism was like telling the ex-husband to savor slowly.

*

In the Chairman’s office of Quarter Group,

the atmosphere today was particularly dire; everyone knew the boss was upset.

Noah Quarter had planned to go to Grace City to see Arabella Shaw today, but that was now canceled.

Alexander Strong also felt this issue was tricky to resolve; they tried to bring down the trending search comparing chopsticks to trash bins.

But that trending post stubbornly clung to the number one spot.

It likely involved Mr.

Thompson taking action.

In any case, Noah Quarter could only continue to endure that trending post at the top spot.

He was fuming but impotent.

*

Julia Land got up early to head to work, rushing to deal with paperwork first thing in the morning.

Thomas Sullivan came over, knocking on her desk, and placed his phone in front of her, pinching two fingers to zoom in on a photo in the device.

“Is this Mr.

Thompson?”

His smile was restrained, not as easy-going as usual.

Julia Land put her pen down and leaned back in her chair, lifting her eyes lazily and saying nonchalantly, “What do you think?”

For a moment, neither spoke.

Thomas Sullivan took back his phone and pocketed it, his gaze turning sharp.

“My cousin is now living in a place that belongs to James Thompson, you’ve seen it when you went to deliver the painting before, it’s Green Auspice Villa.”

Julia Land’s eyes twinkled with amusement.

She admitted she was a bit angry.

“I get what you’re trying to say.”

She stood up, suddenly clutching Thomas Sullivan’s shirt and pulling herself close to him.

Her red lips were very close to his.

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Thomas Sullivan was momentarily stunned, his eyes fixating on the close proximity of her face.

The sound of a camera shutter, snapping a photo.

Julia Land had taken a photo of her moving close to Thomas Sullivan.

Then, before he could react, she sent the photo to James Thompson.

Julia Land, “Seeing this photo, are you angry?”

James Thompson was in the middle of seeing a patient when his phone vibrated.

Glancing at it, he saw the picture of Julia Land’s red lips close to Thomas Sullivan’s.

James Thompson smiled at the patient, “Please give me a moment.

The kids at home are being mischievous.”

The patient chuckled, “My kids are quite the handful too.”

James Thompson gave a faint smile, then texted back with a cold face to Julia Land, “Are you itching for a spanking?”

His possessiveness was obvious.

Julia Land read the message from James Thompson and arched her eyebrows, showing the chat screen to Thomas Sullivan, “I suggest you go and ask James Thompson yourself if he is trying to have his cake and eat it too.”

Her eyes and brows shifted, full of allure, “I will not ask.

He’s quite the performer, and I am quite satisfied with his services.”

Thomas Sullivan nearly choked—this woman.

How could he dare go and directly ask James Thompson?

But he could call Chloe Sullivan first.

Chloe Sullivan typically would go to paint in the mornings, she wasn’t in the habit of checking Weibo.

She was startled when Thomas Sullivan suddenly asked during a call, “Are you and Mr.

Thompson still on good terms?”

Chloe Sullivan paused a moment before smiling with curved eyes, “We’re great, Thomas, why do you ask so suddenly?”