Chapter 111
Tears welled up in Willow’s eyes, she could never move on from the fact that she was infertile.
Julian ribbed the tip of her nose with his and asked in a deep voice, “We haven’t begun doing anything, and yet you’re already crying-
Willow pushed him away and sat upright. Grabbing the hair tie, she tied her long hair back into a low hun. As her long fingers brushed aside her hatt, she exposed a section of her delicate neck. Its graceful lines effortlessly reminded him of the past.
Whenever he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he would nibble on her neck and maker hermuan his name.
He rubbed Snowy and chuckled halfheartedly. “Are you sure you’re here for Snowy and not Jeffrey?”
He didn’t wait for her response, though. Instead, he picked up his phone and ordered the maid to serve the meal in a while. After he hung up, he resumed his usual
wann voice.
“It’s been three months, and we’re finally meeting officially. Let’s share a meal.
Julian looked so affectionate and considerate that it almost seemed like they had never hurt each other or gone through the divorce
The maid in the villa could just guess who Willow was, 50, she had been respectful toward her. From the looks of things, Julian loved her deeply
She gave everything she had and prepared over a dozen of Yarrowmene’s signature dishes. Once the food was served on the dining table, it looked and smelled mouth–watering
Be that as it may, Willow didn’t have any appetite, palia took off his coat, revealing his white shirt. Undemeath the glow of the crystal chandelier in the dining room, his stunning visage looked even more defined and pleasing to the eye.
He enthusiastically placed a piece of salmon on her plate and said, “it was caught this moming. Have a taste.”
Willow didn’t touch the fresh salmon. Looking at Jalian, she said coldly, “julian, I didn’t come to Yarrowmere to parch things up with you.”
He stared at her for several seconds before he reached out and poured himself a glass of red wine. “Did you come here for jeffrey, then? I saw the news. Things aren’t going well for the Gibson family. Is that what’s breaking your heart?”
Julian was shedding crocodile tears. None of his compassion was genuine.
Willow wore a nonchalant expression. “Jeffrey and 1 are friends.”
His eyes darkened. “What kind of friends would you guys be? Will you do anything for him, or do you plan on marrying him?
He never let up on the sarcasm.
Willow shot to her feet. She couldn’t be bothered to speak in riddles anymore. “What will it take you to let him and his family off the hoole julian, haven’t you always valued money and power above everything else? is 10% of Nebula Group’s shaces not enough to sway your mind?”
Julian gently placed his wine glass on the dining table. Raising his head, he looked at her. His voice was uncharacteristically tender when he spoke
“Since you’re putting everything on the table, I don’t see the point of holding myself back anymore. Be my wife again, and I’ll let Jeffrey and the Gibsons walk free.
The next thing he knew, Willow poured a glass of red wine on his head, she put it down and said laily, “You’re worse than an animal, Jillan.”
The maids, who had been standing to the side, were taken aback by what they saw. Julian gave them the signal to leave the dining hall. Then, he got a piece of tissue and slowly wiped the wine stains from himself, but the clothes were ruined.
He gave up on it and threw the wine–stained tissue away. Instead of flying into a rage, he responded calmly. “Is this how you’re supposed to ask for help? Willow, I won’t let you take Snowy away, just like Jeffrey can’t take you away from me. We swore an oath.”
“Really?” Willow sorted. Sleer enunciated, “Plot all you what and keep up the good guy act in court, Julian. The truth is that we’ve gotten our divorce certificate. I’m no longer your wife Making it sound like you own me isn’t going to change that. I’m a tree soul.
- that much, feel free to keep it for now
kalian didn’t stop her. He walked over to the floor to ceiling window and ma ser was a delicate little flower on the lush paradum, swaying with the evening |
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