Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 152 Doubt

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Doubt

The man watched Julia Land as she read an email on the surveillance screen.

He wondered if she was becoming suspicious again after seeing the email.

If that was the case, he decided he would terminate her pregnancy right now.

Meanwhile, Julia Land in the hospital room looked at the email sent by James Knight.

She looked up, her gaze sweeping over the hospital room as her heart pounded.

Something wasn’t right.

Very wrong.

That sense of wrongness emerged once more.

She controlled herself, forcing a smile, then replied to James Knight’s email with a smile, "James Thompson returned to Dunmore City the day before yesterday."

Once again, she felt a ghastly sensation in the hospital room.

Conspiracy, perhaps this was a terrifying conspiracy.

Julia Land was starting to lose clarity.

She no longer knew if her current doubt was a symptom of her condition, or if it was normal.

She needed to find another way to confirm whether that man was truly James Thompson.

If it turned out to be Mr. Thompson, she would apologize to him.

Julia Land looked down at her belly.

She couldn’t do anything risky right now.

Julia Land kept calm, calm, taking things slowly, focusing on nurturing her pregnancy.

She silently reminded herself.

As James Thompson monitored Julia Land, he saw the reply she sent.

He raised an eyebrow. Could it be that she did not suspect anything?

The man returned to the hospital with the woman’s undergarments and handed them to Julia Land.

His gaze constantly scanned her expressions, not missing any slight change, "Little Pear, what would you like for lunch?"

"Not sure yet, I’m going to take a shower first," Julia Land’s gaze lifted and she sat firmly on the sofa, commanding, "Mr. Thompson, carry me to the bathroom, I don’t want to walk."

No matter how tumultuous her heart was, Julia Land had to now treat the man in front of her as if he were Mr. Thompson.

"As you wish."

The man smiled, bending down to scoop up Julia Land in his arms.

"Have I lost a lot of weight?" Julia Land extended her finger, poking James Thompson’s chest, "It’s all your fault, if it weren’t for worrying about you, I wouldn’t have lost my appetite or been unable to sleep well."

"Mhm, my fault, let’s take this time to get your strength back," James Thompson said tenderly.

He carried her to the bathroom and set her down.

Then, he stretched out his arms, wrapping them around her waist.

Holding her close to him.

Their proximity was intimate.

The man kept his arms around her waist, his gaze fixed on her face.

Julia Land hit his arm and rolled her eyes at him, "I’m going to take a shower now, let go."

She was barely controlling her racing heart.

Was this man just scrutinizing her?

Seeing that Julia Land’s expression was normal, he released his hands from around her waist.

While Julia Land was taking a shower.

The man sitting on the sofa contacted someone and arranged for the media to report tomorrow that James Thompson had safely returned to the country.

*

In the bathroom.

Julia Land held the clothes she was about to change into and glanced around the bathroom.

She didn’t know whether this place was safe.

Julia Land wet a towel, wrung it out, and covered her face, her expression intense.

She removed the towel, her expression returning to normal.

She washed her face and undressed to take a bath.

After her shower, having dried her hair, and put on a dress, she walked out casually and said, "Mr. Thompson, I want pizza for lunch."

James Thompson put down his phone, "Do you think that’s possible? You can only eat nutritious food lately."

"Oh, I’m not asking for much, just a little bit, a small slice of pizza, you can have the rest!" she said defiantly, then blinked and in a tender pretense added, "Won’t you grant even this small request of mine?"

The man on the sofa raised an eyebrow, resigning with a sense of defeat, "Fine, ordered, but you can only have a small slice."

Julia Land sat on the sofa, smiling, "I’ll order right now!"

She delightedly ordered the pizza, and also two roasted chicken legs.

"Little Pear, I’ve arranged for you to see a well-known psychologist in the industry; he’s very skilled at treating delusional persecution disorders. You need to relax now," the man’s palm gently touched her belly, "after all, you’re carrying our baby now."

Julia Land’s scalp tingled instantly.

She was worried that even if she wasn’t sick, the treatment might make her ill.

And the hand on her stomach was slender and bony, but for some reason, she felt a sudden, inexplicable fear.

"Okay, which hospital does the doctor belong to?"

"A doctor from abroad, he will fly to Dunmore City tomorrow."

Who knew if that foreign doctor was trustworthy or not.

Julia frowned, dissatisfied, "Can’t we contact a local doctor?"

"Jason is an authority in this field, little Julia," James Thompson said, his expression and words both seemingly for her benefit.

"Please, be good, okay? You’re a mother now."

Julia nodded reluctantly, harboring doubts internally, hoping this Jason wouldn’t pose a problem.

Another concern grew within her—Julia became increasingly convinced that the man by her side was not James Thompson.

If Mr. Thompson learned about her current physical condition and still wanted to eat a slice of pizza.

He would definitely refuse, adamant that even one bite wasn’t okay, and then cajole her.

The more Julia thought, the clearer her mind became; could even the psychologist she had seen before have been compromised?

If that were the case, this man would truly be terrifying.

After placing the pizza order, Julia scrolled through funny videos on her phone but her mind was preoccupied with her thoughts.

Suddenly, the man beside her lifted her, seating her on his thigh.

He glanced at Julia’s phone, "What’s so interesting about these videos? Shouldn’t we think of a name for the child?"

"There’s no rush, right? We can think of names three months later," Julia lightly slapped him, complaining, "Sitting on your lap is uncomfortable, not as comfortable as the sofa."

The man gave Julia a look, "I just want to hold you, just for a little while. Is that not allowed?"

After speaking, he reached under her chin and leaned in, assuming the posture of someone about to kiss her.

Julia’s eyelashes fluttered.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

Julia took advantage of the situation to push the man’s face away; she hadn’t been kissed, and for that, she was thankful for the timely person knocking.

"I want to sit on the sofa, go open the door."

Julia left his lap for the sofa, "Hurry up and open it."

James Thompson’s eyes held a faint hue, "Who could it be at this time?"

He obediently went to open the door.

Lily Grant glanced at the man in front of her, "Hello, I’m here to see Julia Land."

When Julia heard Lily’s voice, she stood up to invite her in, "Lily!"

Julia wanted to chat with Lily and urged James out, "We women are going to talk, it’s inconvenient for you to be here."

James responded with a light smile and nodded, his gaze sweeping them, "Take your time chatting."

Before leaving, he considerately took a coat and draped it over Julia, "Put this on, don’t catch a cold."

Lily gave them an ambiguous look.

Julia was internally tormented with unspeakable woes.

The man left the room, closing the door behind him.

He walked to the stairwell, casually pulling out his phone to check the surveillance.

He had just pretended to kiss her, and she seemed a bit nervous—he wondered if it was the nervousness of kissing a boyfriend or something else.

Hmm, interesting.

When Julia felt utterly isolated, Lily came.

After waiting for the man to leave, she deliberately opened her phone and showed Lily the funny video she had been watching.

She covered her mouth and leaned closer to Lily, laughing, "Lily, keep laughing, I need to tell you something. Call me to come to your place in three months."

Lily was puzzled but continued watching the video, laughing as she processed what Julia just said.

Why make it so mysterious?

Julia mentioned three months because Dr. Xiao had already told her she needed to rest in bed for three months.

That meant for these three months, the man would not agree to her going out; insisting on leaving would arouse suspicion.

Most of the time, she was lying down, occasionally getting up to wash, eat, or rest on the sofa.

The man in the stairwell, with a deep gaze, watched the scene of Julia covering her mouth and leaning close to Lily.

Was she speaking or just laughing?

After Lily left, the man returned to the room.

He approached Julia leisurely.

Like the stance of a Hunter.

The man lazily called out to her, "Julia Land."