Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Chapter 121: He Said, Not Into Married Women

The next second, a low, llow, and amused hum from a man reached my ears.

I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself locked into his deep, smiling gaze.

Before I could react, Julian Sinclair had already reached out and gently pulled aside, then opened the refrigerator door with a teasing tone, "What did you think I was going to do?"

Instantly, my face turned crimson, fingers burning hot, even the roots of my neck flushed with warmth.

Before I could recover, he added another line, his tone cool but each word piercing, "Relax, I’m not interested in fooling around with married won."

These words felt like they tossed into boiling hot water.

I awkwardly turned my face away, not daring to look at him directly.

At this mont, he raised his hand, his long, slightly cool fingertips grazed my cheek.

I couldn’t help but tremble slightly, his low voice echoed in my ears, "Why is your face so hot? Are you feverish again?"

I really couldn’t stand his "boiling frog in warm water" kind of behavior, seeming intentional, yet not so deliberate.

So I hurriedly found an excuse and said, "Um... I’m feeling a bit dizzy, probably just chilled earlier, I’ll go rest for a bit."

Saying that, I was about to turn around, but my hand was caught by him.

With a gentle force, I was pulled back into his embrace.

I looked at him awkwardly and uneasily, saying, "You... what are you doing?"

Julian Sinclair looked down at my anxious self, saying, "Did you really think of as your house chef? You go rest while I work?"

I swallowed nervously, tentatively asking, "Then... should I do it? You go rest?"

"Together."

He said this while handing vegetables to wash.

I washed them absentmindedly.

Soon after, a servant ca in, saying, "Mr. Sinclair, your mother is here!"

The vegetable basin in my hand clanged against the edge of the sink, my heart suddenly tightening.

If Grandma sees at Julian Sinclair’s ho, cooking together, who knows what she would think?

After all, such a scene can certainly lead to imagination.

Julian Sinclair paused for a mont, appeared calm as he strode out.

My mind was in chaos as I followed him outside slowly.

Grandpa and Grandma had already been led into the living room by the servant.

When they saw standing at the kitchen door, their expressions instantly froze, their eyes almost unable to hide their shock.

Especially Grandma, when she noticed Julian Sinclair’s rolled-up sleeves and water-spattered hands, her pupils narrowed, and her voice trembled, "You and Zoe, you..."

"Grandma!"

I quickly walked over to explain, "I just got here not long ago, ca to pick up Sharon. She’s a friend of Uncle’s child, planning to stay with for a few days."

I spoke rapidly, afraid any delay would lead to misunderstanding, even my voice carried a barely perceptible tension.

Grandma’s tense shoulders visibly relaxed, the shock on her face faded a bit, though the worry on her brow didn’t dissolve, she simply nodded.

Seeing this, Grandpa quickly changed the subject, saying, "Julian, we old folks ca over for no other reason than to deliver so New Year goods to you. We first visited The Sinclair Family, hoping to pay respects to the old lady, but learned she had gone back to Aurelia for the New Year. So we ca here to give you the stuff."

Julian Sinclair maintained a cold but polite tone, "Thank you for making the trip with my mom. It’s almost noon now, why don’t you and my mom stay for lunch?"

"No, no."

Grandpa quickly waved his hand, his gaze sowhat evasive, "We’ve already cooked at ho, we won’t disturb you, just dropping off things and leaving."

Grandma didn’t say another word throughout, only her eyes occasionally shifted between Julian Sinclair and , as if confirming sothing.

Finally, she followed Grandpa and left together.

The mont the door closed, my tense body instantly collapsed.

Clearly, there was nothing between Julian Sinclair and , yet monts ago, faced with Grandma and Grandpa’s eyes, the feeling of guilty conscience was exceptionally strong, as if so unspeakable secret had truly been exposed.

At this mont, Julian Sinclair’s faint voice reached my ears, "Are you still going to wash the vegetables?"

I snapped back to reality, looking at his calm side profile, murmuring softly, "Grandma seems to have misunderstood."

"Misunderstood what?" he looked at and asked back, "Aren’t you here to pick soone up? Aren’t I cooking? Or... do you really have so other thoughts?"

His slightly raised tone seed to carry a hint of mockery, I blushingly said, "What thoughts could I have? I just don’t want others to misunderstand."

Julian Sinclair snorted coldly, heading towards the kitchen, "Afraid of being misunderstood, just don’t co next ti!"

I silently closed my mouth.

Anyway, when Julian Sinclair is not happy, whatever I say is wrong!

Until lunchti, I remained silent without saying a word.

Julian Sinclair only occasionally picked so food for Sharon Hawthorne, urging her to eat more.

Sharon, unaware of the subtle tension between Julian and , suddenly said, "Uncle Sinclair, I’ve noticed a pattern."

"What pattern?"

Julian looked at her with interest.

Sharon smiled and said, "Only when Auntie Ellison is around do I get to eat als cooked by Uncle Sinclair himself."

My hand paused while holding the chopsticks, my mind in turmoil.

I wanted to break the silence and speak out clearly, but I didn’t dare to, fearing that it would leave no way back.

Julian said coolly, "She’s only benefiting from your presence. Whether or not I cook has nothing to do with her."

Sharon now sensed Julian’s displeasure.

The young girl was adept at reading the room, so she obediently continued eating without speaking further.

After we almost finished eating, Julian received a phone call. His usually calm tone showed a slight change: "Okay, Dr. Shaw, I’ll co over this afternoon."

After hanging up, I curiously asked, "Are you sick?"

Julian explained calmly, "It’s my mom’s illness. There’s a new treatnt plan and a special dicine. I need to see the doctor this afternoon."

I nodded and said, "Grandma is blessed and will surely overco this crisis."

Julian seed not to need my comfort but instead looked at deeply.

After a long pause, his tone softened a bit, "In a few days, I have to return to Aurelia. It’s near the end of the year, and there are many family matters. I’m worried my grandmother can’t handle everything alone. As for Sharon, I’ll leave her to you."

I solemnly agreed, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Sharon."

After finishing lunch, Julian seed eager to go see that doctor, so I prepared to take Sharon ho.

But seeing the ice on the road, he said to , "I’ll drive you."

"It’s fine, you go about your business, I can manage."

I took out my car key, saying, "I drove here myself."

Julian didn’t discuss it with . Instead, he directly opened his car door and asked to give my car key to his driver.

I didn’t refuse any further, thanked him, and got into his car.

An hour later, he dropped off at the entrance of my apartnt complex.

As I got out with Sharon, he suddenly called out to .

He hesitated for a mont, then said, "If there’s anything here you can’t handle, don’t force yourself. Call ."

This sentence seed to conceal countless words, instantly sweeping away all my previous embarrassnt and unease, filling with a sense of reassurance and emotion.

My eyes felt slightly warm as I nodded and said, "I understand. Happy New Year in advance!"

He smiled at and turned to get back into the car.

...

Since that day, Julian returned to Aurelia and didn’t appear in the company again.

With the approach of the New Year, the company’s overall work pace slowed down.

On New Year’s Eve, my parents from the Ellison Family called in the morning, inviting to lunch.

But knowing that my brother was ho, I declined, using the excuse of needing to look after a friend’s child.

Considering my brother’s relationship with Serena Sawyer and his current changes, I wasn’t keen on eting him.

So, early in the morning, I started preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner with Sharon.

Though we had already decorated the house with various festive ornants and pasted Spring Festival couplets at the door, it felt a bit lonely with just Sharon and .

As I was preparing the dumpling filling, I asked Sharon, "Is this the loneliest New Year you’ve ever had?"

"Not lonely at all!"

Sharon was pinching a piece of dough beside and said, "When I was with The Hawthorne Family, Mom didn’t like . During New Year’s, she liked to leave at ho alone. Dad spoke to her about it, but she didn’t listen to him. That was what loneliness felt like!"

My heart felt sour and bitter as I thought of Mr. and Mrs. Ellison, who raised .

Thanks to them, I’ve never felt the isolation and helplessness that Sharon experienced while relying on others.

Despite having called them earlier to wish them a good year, on such a major holiday, I wasn’t there to accompany them.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Sharon went to open the door, and to our surprise, it was Mrs. and Mr. Ellison standing there.