CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: JULIANA, ADMIT IT, YOU LOVE ME

The crying on the phone stopped.

"Besides, severe depression is a serious mental illness, and Mrs. Grant is half his image. Can he marry a lunatic like you and embarrass himself?"

On the other end, only Stella’s rough breathing could be heard.

"And even if Old Mrs. Grant gets past her prejudice against you, can she allow a sick woman to carry on the Grant Family line?"

Juliana heard the sound of fingernails scraping the phone.

"So this game of chess was wrong from the start."

There was silence for a long time before the call was disconnected.

Juliana could imagine Stella gritting her teeth right now.

Thinking that Evan would soon confront her because of Stella and then leave angrily, Juliana felt a bit relieved.

Soon after, Evan came out of the bathroom bare-chested.

Juliana froze for a moment, then looked away, "Your sister called, I answered. She thoroughly scolded me. Go comfort her quickly."

However, Evan walked to the bed, did not reach for his phone, and instead hugged her, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Let’s sleep. Weren’t you tired earlier?"

Did he not care about his sister anymore?

Juliana felt disgusted and wiped her face with the blanket, "Put your clothes on and go sleep in the study."

Evan laughed, "No way."

At that moment, his phone buzzed again, it was a message from George Grant.

Juliana laughed.

The family was all working together to push Stella into Evan’s arms. If they didn’t have something happen, it would be unfair to their parents.

Sure enough, Evan frowned deeply after looking at the text message.

"You go to sleep early. I’ll be back soon."

Juliana gestured as if to say "please," "Hurry up and leave, hopefully never come back."

Evan noticed she genuinely didn’t want him to stay, feeling somewhat annoyed.

As he was leaving, he turned and saw their wedding photo in the hallway.

Back then, although they didn’t know each other well, neither rejected the other. They both wanted to give it a try, so they looked so harmonious.

But now, even though they were together, it was as if a transparent wall separated them. She could see him but was no longer willing to reach out and touch.

He looked at it for two seconds, then changed direction and went to the study.

Juliana thought he had left and happily went to sleep, so deeply she didn’t know when Evan came back in the middle of the night.

The next morning, she woke up to find herself in his arms, feeling stunned.

Evan slowly opened his eyes and lazily tapped her nose, "You were pretty obedient last night. You rolled into my arms at the slightest touch. Juliana, admit it, you love me."

Was his self-confidence inherited from his ancestors?

Juliana disapprovingly crawled out of his embrace and grabbed her phone to check the time.

It was almost eight o’clock, and he hadn’t gone to the office yet.

"I’ve cleared half the day to accompany you today. Is there anywhere you want to go?" Evan asked.

"You go to work."

Juliana got up and went to the bathroom.

After freshening up, Evan was also up, getting dressed.

Juliana disliked the smell of him on her nightgown and threw it directly into the laundry basket.

After quickly combing her hair, she wanted to leave, but Evan stood behind her, holding her still.

Juliana thought he was going to confront her.

"I did provoke your sister last night, but did she die? If she really does, then come settle accounts with me."

With that, she tried to pry his hands off.

Instead, the man took out a hairpin and pinned it in her hair.

The soft pearls made even her strands of hair seem gentler.

He understood her, knowing that pearls suited her best.

"If you don’t fancy stones, each of these is top-grade Australian white pearls. Do they catch Mrs. Grant’s eye?"

Unexpectedly, he wasn’t questioning her.

Juliana almost smiled as she got up, "Do you know why I don’t like broken stones?"

Evan looked at her, silent.

Juliana articulated clearly, "Because talking money with you is more enjoyable."

Evan visibly paused.

Juliana left the bedroom without looking back.

This pearl hairpin, of course, would be sold, because she needed to save up for her grandfather’s life after the divorce.

When Evan came downstairs for breakfast, he realized she had left.

Mrs. Young served breakfast, but there was only one serving.

"Is Madam still sulking with me?"

He thought she had accepted the jewelry, and her anger should be gone.

Mrs. Young respectfully responded, "President Grant, Madam hasn’t had a meal at home for a long time. How come you just found out?"

Evan suddenly realized that there seemed to be a deep rift between them, a chasm had already formed.

At this moment, his phone rang again, it was George Grant calling.

Evan rubbed his forehead wearily and answered.

"Evan, Stella had a depressive episode last night, and she’s only a bit better now, but she’s making a fuss to be discharged. Your aunt’s illness keeps recurring, and I really don’t have the energy to handle two patients alone. Could you please, help me out?"

Evan was silent for a moment, "Father, I’ve already found a psychologist for her. If something comes up, she should see the psychologist. Juliana needs me, and I can’t be absent."

The call ended angrily.

By noon, when Juliana finished her work at Aetherflame Dynamics and was ready to get lunch.

Summer brought her a thermos.

Inside was snow clam and stewed pigeon.

"What are you spacing out for? Don’t you recognize your own stuff?"

She recognized the thermos, it was from Platinum Bay, in which she used to send meals to Evan.

But Juliana’s focus, wasn’t on this thermos.

Summer’s voice continued, "Is your husband realizing you’re determined to divorce, and now he’s trying to win you back?"

"Summer," Juliana didn’t answer her question, "Are you and Evan familiar?"

Summer felt cold sweat down her spine, "Familiar? Like those ’familiar’ faces you see everywhere on a hot day?"

Juliana didn’t argue with her, "I’ve been deceived by Evan for four years, now I really detest the word ’deception.’

Summer nodded, "I understand, so we won’t drink the soup from the big liar, let’s send it back."

Juliana didn’t force her to speak the truth, and went to the cafeteria to get one meat and one vegetable to eat alone.

The love-infused lunch was returned, and in the afternoon, Evan came to Aetherflame Dynamics himself to pick her up, but Juliana had already left.

The first time visiting this place, Evan quickly surveyed the area.

"So this is her working environment?"

Summer raised her eyebrows, "What about the environment? Do you look down on it? If you do, there’s no need for you to visit."

Evan gave her a cold look, and Summer’s spirits dampened.

He sat at Juliana’s desk, pondering.

Time ticked by, and Summer felt increasingly uneasy.

"Half a month ago, I think I saw you in Aldoria."

Evan suddenly spoke, causing Summer’s palms to sweat.

"You must be mistaken. I haven’t been to Aldoria, it was my brother who went to take care of your woman, you got it mixed up."

Summer was grateful she listened to Juliana and erased her tracks in Aldoria. Otherwise, if this demon probed further...

The person who knew Evan the best, wasn’t his enemies, but Juliana.

"Is that so? I thought you saw something in Aldoria and told her."

Summer shivered all over.