Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 115: When Uncle Qin

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: When Uncle Qin

James Thompson was forced to stand aside like an old uncle.

"Why did you buy so much food? It’s just the two of us."

He watched her bustling about and wanted to offer his help, but she glared at him, leaving him feeling slightly wronged.

"It’s not just the two of us, Sophia and Thomas Sullivan will come for dinner too. Do you have anyone you want to invite for dinner?"

James Thompson didn’t even have to think about it, "No."

Inviting someone over meant Julia Land had to prepare even more food, which was completely unnecessary.

Julia thought he would invite Trevor Sullivan, but since he said no, she let it go.

She didn’t care much about the online gossip about her.

James initially wanted to remove the trending topic online.

But Julia stopped him.

James looked at the dishes Julia had prepared and something seemed off, so he asked, "What’s for dinner tonight?"

"...Haha."

Julia chuckled nervously, not daring to turn around.

James was calm, but his eyes suspiciously fixed on Julia.

Julia continued, "Haha."

She stealthily turned to look at James, noticing him leaning against the door frame, his deep dark eyes staring at her.

He was still wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, clinging to his physique, robust.

On his collarbone was the mark of her lipstick, from the time in the car when she had deliberately applied lipstick to kiss his collarbone.

Julia slowly averted her gaze and coughed lightly, "Don’t stare at me in the kitchen, it distracts me."

James frowned and guessed, "Hot pot?"

Julia forced a laugh, "Don’t worry, one spicy, one not, I’ll have the non-spicy one."

James’s eyes twinkled with unnoticeable humor, sneakily, it seemed he still cherished the memories of hot pot.

Julia changed the subject, "By the way, do you know any reliable private detectives?"

"Yes."

"I think I heard a bang?"

"..."

Julia and James looked at each other.

Julia wiped her hands with a kitchen towel and followed James to the door to look.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the villa.

Sophia Hart stood with one hand on her hip, the other pointing at her dented car front.

"Your driving is absolutely terrible!"

Sophia had collided with Thomas Sullivan’s car at the entrance.

Thomas Sullivan was suddenly rear-ended and got quite a shock; he hadn’t expected to be berated right after getting out of the car.

He knew of Sophia Hart but wasn’t very familiar with her.

Thomas Sullivan, with a cigarette between his fingers, just stood there letting Sophia Hart scold him.

It was clearly her own fault for not braking quickly enough, crashing into his car.

Sophia Hart knew she was at fault too, her voice gradually lowering and her gaze shifting.

When Julia and James came out, they saw Thomas Sullivan with a stern expression, looking as though he was bullying Sophia Hart.

Julia asked, "What’s going on?"

James immediately noticed the dented front of Sophia Hart’s car.

Dented.

James was speechless; he put his hand on Julia’s shoulder, pulling her back inside, "Let them sort it out and come in themselves."

Sophia Hart, feeling embarrassed to argue further, apologized, "Sorry, I’ll pay for the damages."

She touched her nose and walked into the villa.

How embarrassing.

Thomas Sullivan first made a phone call to have his car dealt with, and after finishing, he walked inside.

The courtyard of the villa incorporated both water features and natural scenery.

There was a pond, a small waterfall, rock formations, flowing water, and bamboo.

Very picturesque.

Before Thomas even entered the living room, he heard Sophia Hart’s cheerful voice, "Having hot pot, what a fantastic idea."

He walked in and changed his shoes.

The whole house was warmly arranged.

What amazed Thomas Sullivan the most was that as soon as he entered, James lazily reminded him, "No smoking inside."

"?" Following the host’s preference, Thomas Sullivan put out his cigarette in an ashtray.

James smiled, "Thank you, my Julia isn’t fond of the smell of smoke."

After saying that, he went to help Julia bring out the ingredients from the kitchen.

Thomas raised an eyebrow.

The four of them had a joyful time eating hot pot.

Thomas Sullivan had never seen Julia and James together privately.

But today truly changed his impression of James.

This man seemed to reserve all his tenderness for Julia.

"You can’t add spice!" James was frustrated.

"Just a little, the flavor is really bland," Julia complained exasperatedly.

James couldn’t help but massage his temples.

She had already eaten it, what was he supposed to do, dig it out of her mouth?

Sophia Hart quietly ate, occasionally glancing at the arguing couple.

He shook his head.

She had reason to suspect that these two were showing off their love in front of her.

"Shall we take a picture as a keepsake?"

Sophia set down her chopsticks, opened the camera app on her phone, got closer to Julia, adjusted the angle, and took a picture that included all four of them.

She sent the photo to Julia and added Thomas’ WeChat account as a friend, sending him the photo as well.

The four of them polished off all the dishes; they all had quite an appetite.

Thomas called Edward to come pick them up, he looked at Sophia, "Miss Hart, should I give you a ride home as well?"

Sophia rubbed her stomach, lounging on the sofa and chatting with Julia about trivial things. Hearing Thomas’ offer, she nodded, "Sure, thank you."

Her pretty face, a bit chubby, beamed with a carefree smile.

Thomas only knew a little about Sophia, not much—just that she was James Thompson’s third wife.

An inexplicable feeling of pity arose in him.

Sometimes, the truly different feelings a man has for a girl start with pity.

He didn’t know it himself; neither did Sophia.

The two had started off on the wrong foot.

*

Thomas drove Sophia back to the Sincere Heart Community. He watched her enter the building before pulling out his phone to call Chloe.

At that moment, Chloe was reading a book, doing prenatal education. Seeing Thomas calling, she put down the book, "Brother Thomas?"

Thomas didn’t beat around the bush, "Chloe, come back home to live; you have no chance with James."

He was a man of decisive character.

James only had eyes full of indulgence for Julia, and it seemed inappropriate for Chloe to continue living at Green Auspice Villa.

Chloe’s smile faintly lingered, "Brother Thomas, this place is already under my name now. Brother Thompson has already given it to me."

She hated hearing that she had no chance with James.

Chloe never explained to her family why James had given her the Green Auspice Villa.

This led the entire Sullivan family to believe that James once had a romantic relationship with her.

Chloe wanted exactly that impression.

She didn’t want her family to stop her.

Fortunately, she had instructed Trevor not to tell Thomas about her pregnancy; otherwise, given his temper, she would be forced back to the Sullivan household.

"Brother Thomas, the backyard here has all kinds of precious flowers; I really like it here, and I want to paint them all," Chloe added cheerily.

Hearing her say this, Thomas had no choice but to say, "James seems really fond of Julia; as long as you know that for yourself."

"Mmm, I know, and you and Trevor are the same; you both have many women, and I won’t mind if Brother Thompson has women before he gets married."

Many wealthy men in affluent circles often have several girlfriends before marriage.

Chloe saw this very clearly; the most important thing was who the person was that you married.

If Julia couldn’t even secure Noah, let alone Brother Thompson.

Besides, she had already settled things with Mr. Thompson; everything would wait until she gave birth to the child.

Thomas was momentarily at a loss for words on the other end of the line.

Sure, he had many women, but his relationships with them were clear-cut financial transactions, and currently, he had no love interests.

Thomas couldn’t do anything about Chloe; he had already given his warning.

The two hung up.

Chloe, after hanging up, was still affected by what Thomas had said.

She would succeed.

*

Traditional villa.

Before going to bed that night, Julia logged into her Weibo account and clarified the rumors online about a scion’s discarded wife implicated as a murderer.

Whether the netizens believed it or not wasn’t important.

After showering, she finally climbed into bed.

Mr. Thompson had fallen asleep before her, which was indeed rare.

Julia’s movements onto the bed were gentle, but she hadn’t expected that the man she thought was asleep would stretch his arm across and pull her into his embrace.

His lips brushed her ear, his voice lazy, "I want."

Julia’s eyes widened immediately, "?"

She fell silent again.

Then very honestly and shyly said, "That’s okay, I guess."

"We don’t have protection at home," he suddenly said coolly.

Julia nodded, turned to face him, her fingers tracing the fabric over his abs, "Then we can’t do it."

His hand caressed her waist, his voice filled with regret, "I’ll buy some tomorrow."

Julia covered her eyes with her hand, who the hell uses such a serious tone for this kind of mortifying talk!

...

The next day upon waking up.

Julia sat up in bed, her hair a complete mess, James had already gone to work.

She had an appointment with a private detective this morning and was temporarily not going to work; actually, she was considering quitting her job as it might be awkward for her colleagues to see her.

She met the detective in a private booth that offered good privacy.

The detective was somewhat rotund...

Isn’t it easy for a detective with that physique to be noticed?

Julia trusted James’ judgment; she told Mr. Ouyang directly what she wanted, "I’d like you to help me look into Arabella Shaw’s family."

Julia pulled up Arabella’s photo and singer information on her phone, "This is her, Arabella Shaw."