Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 110 He Won’t Recognize It

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 He Won’t Recognize It

Trevor Sullivan asked, "Do you want to marry James Thompson? Or just want the Thompson Family to acknowledge the child?"

The latter still had a glimmer of hope, the former was difficult.

"I love him," Chloe Sullivan said blankly, "Brother, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Trevor Sullivan had seen all kinds of beauties in his lifetime.

Some women also claimed to love him—if he weren’t wealthy, they probably wouldn’t love this fun-loving man.

Chloe Sullivan was the darling daughter of the Sullivan family, she wasn’t short on money.

But if she hoped to get love from James Thompson, it would actually be quite difficult.

Trevor Sullivan didn’t want to say this and hurt her.

He continued, "If you choose to quietly have the baby, then the child will be fatherless, and you’ll raise him alone. Either way, our Sullivan family can afford it. I’ll have my dad talk to your parents."

At this moment, Trevor Sullivan had also calmed down, "Or you want the Thompson Family to recognize the child, but James Thompson may not marry you."

Thinking a child could tie down that man was too naïve.

Chloe Sullivan sat down. She sat on the couch, staring blankly for a while, then asked softly, "Brother, do you think James Thompson will stay with Julia Land forever? Do you think he’ll acknowledge the child?"

"He won’t," she felt more desolate as she spoke.

Trevor Sullivan rubbed his temples, "Leave it to me, just focus on your pregnancy; we’ll first try to get the Thompson Family to acknowledge the child."

"Bro, thank you," a hint of apology and desperation flickered in Chloe Sullivan’s eyes.

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Night fell.

Mr. Thompson carried Julia Land into the bed.

He said lightly, "Little Pear, I want a goodnight kiss."

"..."

Usually, Mr. Thompson would initiate a kiss before saying goodnight.

Today, he surprisingly asked first, asking her to take the initiative.

Julia Land found Mr. Thompson’s calm and comical expression.

She pouted her lips, kissing his forehead.

"Is that okay? Goodnight."

Childish both of them.

James Thompson was unsatisfied, just a pout wasn’t enough, not being a primary school kid, his face cold, "No, continue."

A man so handsome saying this in bed, truly expert.

Julia Land stared at him.

Then under his gaze, she slowly closed her eyes, "Goodnight, going to sleep."

The man lowered his gaze, staring at her sleeping face, his lips quirked, his hand reaching to pinch her chin.

He watched her, "Goodnight."

James Thompson’s voice was hoarse as he said goodnight.

As he got up to change his clothes, Julia Land secretly opened her eyes; the man was changing his clothes with his back to her.

His back muscles seemed powerful.

Wild.

Julia Land, a little rascal, clawed at the blanket pulling it up a bit, covering the rascal’s line of sight, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Trevor Sullivan called James Thompson for a drink at night, in a private room inside the Noble Grid Hotel.

James Thompson changed clothes to go downstairs

He waited until Julia Land fell asleep before he left.

Trevor Sullivan amusedly watched James Thompson walk in, "Finding time for a drink with you now is truly difficult."

He sighed.

James Thompson sat down, languidly poured himself a drink, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, rarely showing off the tattoo on his arm.

"If it weren’t for Little Pear wanting to sleep, I wouldn’t even think of coming down for a drink, just having one."

Trevor Sullivan smirked, now drinking only one.

He picked up his glass and clinked it against James Thompson’s, raising an eyebrow, "You’re planning to marry Julia Land?"

"Nonsense," James Thompson responded confidently, "The engagement ring and suit are already being prepared."

Seeing James Thompson’s beaming face, Trevor Sullivan sighed inwardly; his cousin stood no chance.

But he had to try.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations in advance. I visited Chloe today; she seems to have gained weight, you really know how to take care of someone."

James Thompson drank his wine, leaning back on the sofa, "That place is not mine; the chefs there aren’t hired by me."

"..." Trevor Sullivan didn’t want to continue on this topic, instead, he said, "Honestly, I thought I’d have a chance to call you brother-in-law."

"....You’re really dreaming."

James Thompson cast a sidelong glance at Trevor Sullivan, "Don’t talk like that in the future, I don’t want to make Little Pear misunderstand."

Trevor Sullivan toasted James Thompson, "I’ll drink first."

James Thompson said he’d drink only one, and after finishing, he prepared to leave.

Trevor Sullivan almost laughed angrily, asking sarcastically, "Does Julia Land even control your drinking?"

James Thompson lightly left a remark, "If I smell of alcohol, I can’t hold her to sleep. You don’t have a girlfriend, you wouldn’t understand."

"....."

Trevor Sullivan smiled wryly, awaiting James Thompson to leave the private room, and soon after left the Noble Grid Hotel himself.

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In the car, Trevor Sullivan called Chloe Sullivan, and as soon as Chloe picked up the phone,

he sighed and said, "James Thompson is already preparing to get engaged to Julia Land. Little Chloe, your cousin hopes you really think this through."

"Are they preparing to get engaged?" Chloe Sullivan bit her lip, she still didn’t want to give up, and slowly said, "Brother, you said let’s first get the Thompson Family to recognize the child, I agree, how do you want to handle it?"

Trevor Sullivan, "James Thompson’s father."