Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 187: No Simple Tricks

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: No Simple Tricks

Julia Land left from Jinhua Restaurant and saw James Thompson standing by the car door.

The light shone on his face.

The corners of his mouth curved upward, restraining a smile, "Julia, I will fly to Sahara tomorrow morning to bring Dale home."

Julia’s pupils contracted, and she suddenly widened her eyes.

The man walked over to her, pinched her ear, and gave it a tug, softly calling out, "Julia, have you gone numb?"

Julia swallowed hard, "Say that again?"

"I will go to Sahara tomorrow and bring our daughter back." James’s eyes were tinged red. Others might not understand this feeling of self-reproach.

The sudden surprise made Julia feel like she was dreaming.

She had been living in Christopher Moore’s nightmare for so many years.

Julia pinched her own arm.

Her entire face contorted.

It hurt, so it wasn’t a dream.

James stretched out his hand to embrace Julia, his large hand cradling the back of her head, and his kiss fell on her hair.

Jasper Winters didn’t want to interrupt, but they were now standing outside the restaurant after all, and people were coming and going. He cleared his throat, "BOSS, maybe we should change locations?"

Julia buried her face in James’s chest and finally remembered where they were standing. She muttered, "Let’s go."

The car drove into the garage of the villa.

Jasper and the driver got out and left.

The lights in the garage were on, casting a faint glow through the car windows into the vehicle.

Julia, whose eyes were already red from crying, nestled motionless in James’s arms.

Christopher Moore was dead, that man was finally dead.

James waited for her to calm her emotions.

Several buttons on his clothing had been torn open by her.

Revealing the surgical scars on his chest.

Julia saw them, she pulled open his clothes, her fingers touching the scars peppered across his body.

"Julia," James touched her hair. Now that she had seen, there were things he had to tell her first, "This life of mine might not be able to accompany you to the end. If we have twenty years, it will already be a gift from heaven."

His body had undergone organ transplants due to the explosion, and his life would not be long.

Julia understood what James was saying, and once she did, her tears flowed freely.

James sighed, "Darling, stop crying."

Life and death are fated.

The two of them nestled closely together.

While she sobbed, Julia touched his scars with devotion.

She cursed Christopher Moore.

Mr. Thompson had always been respectful towards her, had always understood her. This taught Julia what true love really was.

She wanted him to be with her for a very long time.

"James, I miss you."

She raised her gaze to meet his indulgent eyes and slowly formed a smile.

"I miss you so much," she murmured softly.

No matter how many years they had left together, they would cherish each other.

She hugged him, her head rubbing against him.

With their skins close, Julia squinted her eyes.

...

The temperature in the car was a bit high.

Julia’s body was sweating.

The man’s fervent palm was on her back.

They hugged each other tightly.

She sat in James’s arms.

James brushed away her hair and kissed her forehead.

He wrapped her with his jacket, opened the car door, and carried her out.

Tonight, Julia snuggled in the man’s embrace until her eyelids fought each other, and then she reluctantly closed them.

"Tomorrow, I will go with you to pick up Dale."

"Mhm, sleep."

Just as Julia was about to drift off in a daze, the ringing of James’s cellphone awoke her.

It was a call from James Knight.

"BOSS, little Miss Dale is afraid to sleep."

"Wait, video call."

James hung up. He moved closer to Julia, "Julia, Dale is afraid to sleep."

At the mention of her daughter, Julia instantly woke up. She propped herself up on the bed, her hair falling over, obscuring the beautiful scene.

She propped up half her body and said, "I’m on a video call with Dale."

James Thompson got out of bed to grab a jacket and walked back to the bedside.

He bent down to help her put on the jacket before making the video call.

The moment Dale Land saw Julia Land, his unease finally eased with a sigh of relief.

The little girl sighed like an adult, which made her very happy.

"Mommy, where did Uncle Christopher go?"

"Uncle Christopher has gone to a very distant place. Mommy will come to pick up Dale tomorrow. Dale, be a good boy and go to sleep, okay?"

Although James Thompson wanted to see his daughter, it was very late now.

During Julia Land’s video call, he deliberately stood beside the bed, away from the camera.

Julia Land lifted her gaze to see James Thompson, and they shared a smile.

Dale Land blinked, his eyes slightly red, "When will Uncle Christopher come back?"

Christopher Moore had brought up Dale Land for four years with painstaking care. If the little girl would say who she was closest to, it would probably be Christopher.

Julia Land blinked her sore eyes, "When Dale grows up, Uncle Christopher will come back."

Dale nodded his head, sniffled his little nose, clearly wanting to cry, yet remained well-behaved, "Like Daddy, when I grow up, I can see Daddy."

Julia Land chatted with the little girl.

Her voice gradually got softer, her eyelids fought each other, and she foolishly couldn’t keep herself awake anymore.

James Thompson took the phone from her hand and turned off the video call.

He hugged her, his voice slightly hoarse, "You should sleep too. We’ll go pick up our daughter tomorrow."

"Mr. Thompson, are you about to cry?"

"No."

Julia Land didn’t point it out.

*

Today was the weekend, and Chloe Sullivan came to a luxury store in the mall to buy clothes for Madame Bell.

Madame Bell usually wore custom-made clothes, and Chloe Sullivan was buying clothes as a gesture of sincerity.

"Miss Sullivan, Mr. Thompson has trampled on your feelings. Don’t you want revenge? I can help you with that."

Chloe Sullivan was originally picking out a dress when a woman standing next to her suddenly said this.

She furrowed her brows, turned her head in confusion to look at the stranger, "Who are you? Why should I get revenge on James Thompson?"

Chloe Sullivan watched the woman warily.

She couldn’t easily trust a stranger, "Matters of the heart can’t be forced."

The woman smirked mysteriously, "Oh, is that so? Miss Sullivan, that kind of talk can only deceive yourself. This is my cell phone number, if you ever need anything you can contact me. Oh, and to show sincerity, I can tell you who my boss is; his last name is Moore."

Chloe Sullivan’s mind immediately thought of Christopher Moore.

The woman left with a chuckle.

There are terrifying people in this world; they possess a certain trait: If they can’t have it, they would rather destroy it by hand.

Chloe Sullivan thoughtfully put the business card with the phone number into her bag.

She was always cautious in her actions, never cooperating with others rashly.

Chloe Sullivan bought a dress for Madame Bell, checked the time, and called the flower shop.

Madame Bell was her lifeline, which she would cling to tightly.

Chloe Sullivan ordered blue roses from the flower shop, drove to pick them up, and went straight to the hospital.

"Godmother, I’m here," Chloe Sullivan entered the hospital room playfully. She took the flowers from behind her back, "Blue roses for my dearest godmother."

Madame Bell saw the flowers and smiled gently, "You’ve been busy with your art exhibition recently, haven’t you?"

"No matter how busy I am, it’s not as important as godmother." Chloe Sullivan blinked, just arranged the flowers when Connor Bell walked in from outside.

"Little Chloe is here."

"Godfather."

Madame Bell teased, "Little Chloe even knows to buy me flowers, and you’ve only given me flowers twice in your lifetime."

Connor Bell’s expression was serious, "I’ll give them tomorrow."

Chloe Sullivan covered her mouth and laughed.

Connor Bell sat down and noticed a basket of fruits with a delicate card on top. The card had a blessing written on it, with the name Julia Land.

He asked, "Is it from the Moore Family?"

Madame Bell’s smile lingered as she nodded, "Mrs. Moore had Butler Lin deliver it."

Chloe Sullivan quickly lowered her eyes, a flash of displeasure crossing them.

Connor Bell disliked speaking ill of others behind their backs, especially gossip about a young girl. He simply reminded his wife, "The woman Christopher Moore married, she just took over the company and made an example of someone; she’s a decisive person."

This incident wasn’t a secret, since James Knight had made a point of publicizing it for Julia Land.

Madame Bell had been married to Connor Bell for so many years.

She instantly understood what her husband was trying to say.

Madame Bell preferred to deal with simple people, and Julia Land’s tactics were not that simple.

Chloe Sullivan arched an eyebrow and her lips curled slightly.

Ah, even the heavens seemed to be on her side.