Sitting at the dining table, Julia only had to drag her chair back one ter to see everything in the kitchen. That was exactly what she did.
In the neat and clean kitchen, his proud silhouette, as tall and straight as a cypress, radiated arrogance and nobility. Yet, he was willing to step into the kitchen for her. The satisfaction this brought her had been in her heart for more than just a day or two. Still, every ti she saw that silhouette, she couldn't suppress the emotions welling up inside her.
BEEP BEEP— Julia's cell phone notification chid.
Averting her gaze from Glades, she took out her phone to check the ssage.
"Julia, it was love at first sight with you. I miss your scent so much, I'm crazy about you. When can we et at our usual place again?"
An unfamiliar number. An unfamiliar and disturbingly intimate ssage t her eyes.
Imdiately, her face darkened.
Whose number was this? Why would they send such an inappropriate ssage to her? What "usual place"? Other than Nicholas Coldwell, who else had she ever gone out with alone? Where could this "usual place" be? Could it be Nicholas? Hadn't Nicholas left T City? He'd visited her before he left, and judging by his expression, he seed to have repented and genuinely wished her and Glades well. Would he still harass her? After Glades had put him in his place so thoroughly, would he dare? If it was Nicholas, she would despise him utterly.
He was the one who had betrayed and abandoned her. Then, after learning her true identity, he had harassed her relentlessly, claiming he realized she was the one he still loved. If he hadn't found out about her identity, would he still have pursued her so persistently? The answer, Julia believed, was no. Nicholas might have felt so love for her, but he loved money, status, and reputation far more. That was why, from the mont he married Diana Powell, she had completely given up on him. Breaking off the relationship had been painful, yes. But no matter how much it hurt, she knew she had to be decisive; otherwise, the pain would only deepen. She wasn't one to grieve over an unfaithful man for long. Indeed, it was this decisiveness that had led to her whirlwind marriage with Glades. Under his loving care, she had quickly erged from the shadow of her past heartbreak to embrace true love.
Julia imdiately deleted the ssage.
Whether it was Nicholas or not, she would have no further entanglent with him. She was Glades's wife now, with their baby on the way. That past relationship, which many of her family mbers didn't even know about, could just fade away like smoke in the wind.
Hearing her phone's notification again, Glades glanced at her. He saw her quickly tap sothing on the screen and, guessing she was deleting a ssage, asked casually, "Spam?"
"Yes."
In her mind, such ssages were indeed spam.
BEEP BEEP... Julia had just deleted the ssage when another one arrived.
It was still that sa number, but this ti the ssage read, "Julia, I fall asleep with your na on my lips every night. I love you. Can we arrange to et at our usual place again? Your charming oval face, beautiful almond-shaped eyes, your luscious lips, and your slender figure, I can't forget any of it."
Julia's expression darkened further. She cursed Nicholas Coldwell a thousand, ten thousand tis in her heart!
"What's wrong?" Hearing the phone chi again, Glades turned his head once more. Seeing her expression darken, he imdiately asked with concern, already striding quickly out of the kitchen.
Julia desperately wanted to delete this intimate and misleading ssage. But then a thought struck her: she hadn't done anything to betray Glades, so she had no reason to feel guilty. With that, she handed her phone to Glades, her voice tight with anger as she said, "I don't know who it is, but they keep sending ssages like this. I don't recognize the number."
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