Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 136 Drunk

Chapter 136: Chapter 136 Drunk

At 7 o’clock in the evening, James Thompson came back holding a small fish tank.

Inside the tank were two small fish.

Julia Land had already cooked dinner; she had taken a bath, washed her hair, and hadn’t finished blow-drying when she heard footsteps.

"Little Julia, your Mr. Thompson is home."

Julia hung the towel on her hair and shuffled out of the bathroom in her slippers.

She wore a black spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing skin that was very white.

James held the fish tank in both hands, trying to find the perfect spot to place it.

He turned his head to Julia, "What do you think of placing the fish tank next to the TV?"

"Why did you suddenly buy fish to raise?" Julia looked at the fish tank in his hands, two ordinary little goldfish, "Put it on the coffee table."

James handed the fish tank to Julia, "I happened to pass by and bought it. It’s a gift for you."

He planned to buy something every day after work to give to little Julia.

The two little fish swam joyfully.

Julia looked at it and placed the fish tank on the coffee table.

This was a gift from James to her, and she was very happy to receive it, "...Thank you, but did you buy fish food?"

James, "...I forgot. I’ll have someone go buy fish food."

He saw her hair was still wet.

With a reach of his long arm, he took her into the bathroom and started to blow-dry her hair.

"I can do it myself. You go take a shower, I’ve already cooked dinner."

Julia’s hair was now shoulder length, and James’s fingers weaved through her strands, pressing her scalp.

Her scalp tingled.

Julia’s body shivered and she pulled the hair-dryer away, "I can do it, go take your shower."

James deliberately bent down and kissed her nape.

Julia’s neck itched, and she shrank away.

Then, James left the bathroom to get clothes for his shower.

When he was done, Julia was eagerly waiting for dinner. She had been busy all afternoon and was now really hungry.

"Mr. Thompson, I’m very happy today."

After Julia said this, she bent down to grab a bottle of white liquor from the floor and boldly placed it on the dining table.

"Drink or not?"

"Drink?"

Both said the word ’drink’.

The former was an honest woman.

The latter was a beastly man.

Julia gave him a glare.

James, with his elegant demeanor, arched an eyebrow.

"Are we drinking or not?" she changed her phrasing.

Seeing her interested, James didn’t plan to stop her tonight, "I’ll drink with you."

Julia chuckled, "That’s human talk."

"Mm, earlier was beastly talk."

"Right."

James, to prevent her from getting difficult if she got drunk later, asked first, "Did you take your herbal medicine today?"

Julia, "...I took it."

James seldom drank white liquor outside. He carefully poured the drinks for both, but Julia urged him to pour more.

"Mr. Thompson, can’t you pour properly? Let me do it. How can a man be so stingy!"

James laughed in exasperation, "If you get drunk, I won’t take care of you. I’ll let you sleep on the sofa."

White liquor was high in alcohol content, and a few drinks could make a person tipsy.

Julia laughed, "You want to hold me in your sleep every night."

And yet he threatened to make her sleep on the sofa?

Laughable.

Caught on his sore spot, James cleverly didn’t bring up the sofa topic again as he ate his white rice with dishes, "Eat first, then drink."

They both knew not to drink on an empty stomach.

After they were half full, the two started clinking glasses and drank.

When half the bottle of white liquor was gone, James urged Julia to stop drinking, but to his surprise, she directly took the bottle away and, imitating Jacob, drank in a carefree manner.

"....."

Amused, he took out his phone and snapped a photo of Julia. Jacob. Land.

Seeing her happy, he just let her drink.

After all, it was safe at home.

Sure enough, Julia got drunk.

She hugged the bottle, grinning foolishly at James.

"Drunk, huh?" Seeing Julia’s silly look, James held out a finger, "Little Julia, how many is this?"

"I’m not drunk!" Julia continued to try to drink from the empty bottle.

James’s lips curved slightly upward as he watched her tilt her head in confusion at the empty bottle yielding no liquor.

He took the bottle from her hand, not wanting her to continue her foolishness.

James picked Julia up horizontally, but she struggled, "I want to go out!"

"What for, this late at night?"

"I want to go out, out!"

Julia was indeed quite drunk, her cheeks flush with the words of a drunkard.

She struggled to get down, so James had no choice but to put her down and wrap his arm around her as they walked.

"I want to go out!"

James suddenly regretted letting Julia drink.

Julia and James were like struggling to pull up a radish, trying to get out the door.

"Okay okay, out out out."

As James passed the coat rack, he took his jacket and wrapped it around Julia, buttoning up the two buttons at the top.

"It’s so hot!"

"It’s not hot, it’s snowing outside." James talked nonsense to deceive Julia as he led her to the yard.

Julia staggered as she walked; if not for leaning entirely on James, she probably would have fallen.

Her lips murmured incessantly, "Little Violet won’t come back, he can’t come back."

Even if Arabella Shaw were dead, Little Violet couldn’t come back.

James quietly listened to her chant, looking down at Julia, who looked about to cry.

Suddenly, he asked, "Little Julia, why did you pretend to have amnesia?"

James had actually started to doubt it after a while.

"Pretend what?" Julia sniffled, poking his chest with her finger, "So hard... this bed... why is it so hard..."

James laughed helplessly; he didn’t necessarily need to know if she was pretending to have amnesia.

"Stop poking, I’m not a bed."

James took her fingers to stop her from continuing to poke.

There was a stone bench and table in the yard.

He supported Julia to sit down, but unexpectedly she stood up on the bench, so James quickly clamped onto her waist to support her.

Julia looked down upon James from her elevated position, her index finger seductively hooked his chin, "Lick lick."

"Lick what?" James looked up, patiently asking the little drunkard.

Julia pointed to her red lips.

"Lick until your lady is satisfied!"

James arched an eyebrow in surprise; ayo, little Julia was quite the little vixen when drunk.

"Alright, I’ll lick."

James took Julia down from the stone bench, going along with her.

Her mouth had a strong taste of white liquor.