Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 99: Pear Baby, Huh?

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Pear Baby, Huh?

The office lights were off.

The curtains were drawn, completely blocking out the sunlight outside.

Julia Land brought the coffee into the office.

What she saw was a completely dark office.

"Secretary Land, how do you think I should teach May Woods a lesson?"

The man’s voice was sinister.

Julia’s face darkened as she turned on the light.

Her eyes adjusted to the light, and she saw Thomas Sullivan sitting on the sofa with his legs spread wide, in a bold posture.

His eyes were gloomy.

Julia wasn’t afraid of him, "Your test results haven’t come back yet."

She walked over and placed the coffee on the coffee table.

Julia also knew that Thomas Sullivan wouldn’t easily let go of the woman who had deceived him.

The anger in Thomas had not yet been vented.

It was supposed to be a clear-cut, consensual arrangement, and yet she dared to deceive him about being single.

Not only had she deceived him about being single, but her boyfriend had contracted an STD.

Thomas’s face darkened; if people in their circle found out, he would lose all his dignity.

He looked up at Julia standing in front of him.

Julia looked back at him, waiting for him to speak.

Thomas picked up the lighter, clicked it repeatedly, and finally blurted out reluctantly, "Help me make an appointment with the urologist."

Julia, "Huh?"

Thomas frowned, "How can you be so dumb? Make an appointment, for the urology department."

Julia was a bit stunned; she tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Not working anymore?"

"..."

*

"Sophia, what are you daydreaming about?"

James Thompson stretched out his hand, pulled her into his embrace, and hooked Julia’s chin, asking.

His manner was just like teasing a gentle woman.

The two sat on the sofa with the TV on.

Julia, lying limply in James’s arms, sighed deeply.

James, "?"

Her boss might still need to see a psychiatrist.

James’s thin lips brushed near her ear, "Sighing and daydreaming, tell me about it."

Julia wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her head to ask, "Which doctor in your hospital’s urology department is the most authoritative?"

James raised an eyebrow, surprised that this was the cause of her sigh, "Is it for Thomas Sullivan?"

Julia hummed in affirmation.

James expressed sympathy, recommending an older doctor, "Go make an appointment with Isaac Scott’s clinic; he is an authority in that field."

Julia pulled out her phone, accessed the hospital’s official website, and made an appointment for Thomas.

She casually asked, "Do you want to get checked too? It’s good to have a health check even if nothing’s wrong."

Julia thought men should also get regular check-ups, just as women need regular gynecological exams.

James raised his eyebrow, gripping Julia’s hand and squeezing it, his voice cool,"You complain that I’m too vigorous, are you sure you want me to go?"

He certainly didn’t have any problems in that department.

Full of vigor.

Julia’s face immediately crumpled in embarrassment.

The man then considerately asked her, "Do I need to see the urologist? If you say I need to, I’ll make an appointment."

The epitome of an obedient boyfriend.

Julia, "..."

James’s gaze deepened as he lazily smiled.

Julia tried to sit upright, not wanting him to hold her any longer.

Little did she know, his arm strength was too good, no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Between a man and a woman, it was all a struggle.

James gave a shallow smile, "Just watch the TV, don’t move around."

She said she would watch this episode before going to sleep, so James continued to watch with her.

The TV was playing a silly, sweet romantic drama.

The assertive male lead was holding the naïve female lead, "Baby, don’t make me angry, or you’ll be responsible for the consequences."

Julia, "..."

Having James there watching this drama with her made her toes curl in embarrassment.

James, with a thoughtful look, glanced down at the quiet woman in his arms, then looked back at the TV.

"Pear Baby."

The man’s deep voice lazily drifted from above her head, "Let’s sleep."

Julia’s mind heated up.

Tonight, James was destined to be banished from the bedroom by Julia, ending up on the sofa.

Pear Baby, she couldn’t believe he had the nerve to say it.

Julia Land suddenly wanted to turn over in the middle of the night because she felt uncomfortable, but her legs seemed to be weighed down.

Her mind was still not clear.

Someone was pressing down on her, heavily.

She opened her eyes.

A small light was on in the bedroom.

Julia squinted, and a handsome face came into view.

His jaw was clenched tight, and he was no longer wearing his bathrobe, exposing a chest that exuded a strong sense.

"...," Julia’s mind was still foggy; she blinked, slowly regaining consciousness, "How did you get in?"

She had locked the door.

"I have a key," James Thompson replied with a smile when he saw she was awake.

Julia was still shocked that he had a key to the bedroom.

This man, neither letting him sleep on the floor nor on the sofa had worked.

Julia bit her red lips.

In a deep, hoarse voice, James said seductively near her ear, "Baby Julia, let’s cuddle and sleep."

Julia, "?"

Lowering his gaze to the blushing Julia beneath him, he whispered another sweet word into her ear.

Ah!

It was then that Julia truly reacted.

She glanced subconsciously at his thin lips.

This deadly man.

...

In the morning, after breakfast, Julia looked at the man sitting across from her.

She wiped her lips and said, "I’m going to work now."

James crossed his arms, looking forlorn, "Are you just going to work like that?"

Julia pretended not to hear.

Mr. Thompson demanded emphatically, "Tonight, I want to sleep in the bed."

"Agreed, you’ll sleep in the bed tonight," Julia said after rinsing her mouth. She took her little purse, walked out of the bedroom, and went to the door to change her shoes.

Once she had changed her shoes, she opened the door, stepped out, then leaned back in, poking her head towards James still inside and said, "Tonight, I’ve made plans with Sophia. You’ll sleep alone in the bed, ha ha ha!"

Arrogant laughter.

The door slammed shut.

James almost burst out laughing.

Then, his phone rang, and he glanced at it—it was a call from Trevor Sullivan.

Trevor teased, "Mr. Thompson, you always decline to hang out at night, saying you’re with your girlfriend. Tonight’s my birthday. Are you free? Come and have a drink?"

"Just wait," James said lazily, "I need to inform little Julia first."

Trevor, "...?"

Whipped much?

James didn’t hang up; he switched to WeChat and went to Julia’s chat.

James, [Baby Julia, ah ha? Tonight, Trevor Sullivan invited your man out for drinks.]

It wasn’t long after Julia had left.

She received the message from James.

Staring at ’Baby Julia, ah ha?’ Julia paused for a second before replying to Mr. Thompson.

With a deadpan expression, Julia texted back, [Ah ha, got it.]

James chuckled at Julia’s response; he had only accidentally added ’ah ha?’

On the phone, he told Trevor, "See you tonight."

Before Trevor could speak further, James hung up.

"..."

*

A black sedan drove down the highway.

The car was stopped as it entered the pier.

The window rolled down, and Noah Quarter’s face appeared.

"Step out."

Two burly men came over.

Noah got out of the car, and one of the men took out a metal detector and scanned his body.

After detecting nothing dangerous, they let him proceed.

A cruise ship was docked at the pier, and following the burly men, Noah walked onto the ship.

Inside, there were burly men guarding every few steps.

With a neutral expression, Noah followed the leading man up to the deck.

Sitting on the sofa was a man with his upper body covered in tattoos, revealing a muscular chest.

Looking at a photo of Julia in his hand, he asked, "Is this the woman you want?"

Noah’s expression remained indifferent as he approached and took the photo from the man’s hand, "Mr. Christopher, does this mean you’re considering a collaboration with me?"

Christopher Moore smiled warmly, "You dare to compete with James Thompson for a woman; I’m truly impressed. Pleasant cooperation."