CHAPTER 8: CHAPTER 8: WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING IN THE BATHROOM?

"... Julian Grant?" Josephine Thompson’s whole body shook, and the effects of the alcohol instantly sobered up halfway.

Julian Grant was her first love.

They hadn’t seen each other for four years, and he’d changed so much that she couldn’t recognize him. In the dim light, she didn’t recognize him at first glance.

The atmosphere was tense for a few seconds.

Julian Grant’s good friend next to him, Ryan Zimmerman, patted him on the shoulder, laughing so hard tears almost came out.

He teased, "Hahaha, Master Grant, the beauty mistook you for a model. And a top one at that, how much for one night?"

Julian Grant’s expression darkened, and his whole atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

Ryan Zimmerman, seeing this, hurriedly shut his mouth.

This Living Devil, Julian Grant, he couldn’t afford to offend.

"..." Josephine Thompson’s breathing was chaotic, feeling rather embarrassed and wanting to vanish.

She thought only women were coming today.

The few men that were there were all wearing suits and ties.

Only Julian Grant wasn’t in a suit and had dyed his hair an exaggerated granny gray. He was excessively handsome, so it was easy to mistake him for a male model.

"We’re all alumni here, it’s fate that we meet today. Don’t be strangers, come on, let’s all have fun together."

"Senior Zimmerman, long time no see, you’re even more handsome now!"

"The Belle Jacobs, you’re even prettier!"

The group started getting lively again, exchanging compliments and jokes.

Josephine Thompson was not used to such settings. "Jamila, I have things to do, I should leave."

"It’s such a rare occasion to go out, why leave so early?"

Josephine Thompson felt uncomfortable all over, even less willing to face Julian Grant.

When she was studying in Brelland,

Julian Grant was a senior a year ahead of her and a popular figure at school, nearly all the girls in school liked him.

But he seemed to have taken a liking to her.

He pursued her publicly for three years.

Josephine Thompson was originally focused solely on her studies but couldn’t withstand his relentless pursuit. In the last semester of college, she finally agreed to date him.

However.

In a dramatic twist, he pursued her only for a bet with others.

She would never forget, at his birthday party, when he embraced another young girl and passionately kissed her.

He openly mocked Josephine Thompson: "Weren’t you all saying she was the coldest goddess in the entire school? How come I got her so easily? Not challenging at all."

"Once I play with her for two months and get bored, I’ll kick her to the curb."

Hiding in a gift box and planning to give him a surprise, she was utterly stunned.

And when she emerged from the gift box, Julian Grant was also stunned.

After that, she neither cried nor made a scene; she said nothing and simply walked away.

The next day, she bought a ticket to return home.

A week later, she went on a blind date.

Three months later, she got married in a flash.

A year later, she had a child.

Unexpectedly, four years later, they met again in such a setting!

"Jamila, I really have to go."

Seeing her insist on leaving, Jamila Jacobs could only agree, "Well, alright then!"

Julian Grant watched, smiling ambiguously at her, "Are you so afraid of seeing me? Or don’t you dare face me?"

"..." Josephine Thompson swallowed a heavy breath, casting him a cold glance.

She hadn’t done anything wrong, so why wouldn’t she dare face him?

If she left now, it would seem like she still cared about what happened back then.

Ryan Zimmerman came over with a smile, pretending just to recognize Josephine Thompson, "Whoa, whoa, whoa~ I didn’t notice, it’s actually Ms. Thompson!"

"Long time no see, we should catch up properly today."

After saying this, he pulled Josephine Thompson and Jamila Jacobs, leading them to the sofa.

Josephine Thompson absentmindedly sat down.

Originally coming out to relax, it turned out to be even more vexing.

"Ms. Thompson, a toast to you." Ryan Zimmerman poured a glass of wine, smiling as he handed it to her.

Josephine Thompson reluctantly took it, managing a small smile, "Cheers."

"I’ll toast you too."

Several alumni came over, exchanging a few more drinks with each other.

Josephine Thompson gradually loosened up, drinking a few more glasses.

Julian Grant sat on the sofa, watching her silently.

She was still so beautiful, even more charmingly feminine than when she was in school.

For the past few years, he had constantly regretted what happened that day.

He had never expected her to leave so decisively and then to marry someone else so quickly.

As the atmosphere became lively.

"Beep beep beep!"

Josephine Thompson’s phone rang.

She took out her phone and saw it was a call from Nathaniel Gallagher.

They had been giving each other the cold shoulder for seven days.

Finally, he couldn’t bear it and called her.

She initially didn’t want to answer, but continuing the silent treatment wasn’t a solution either.

"I’ll go take this call!" With that, she got up and headed to the restroom.

In the restroom!

She calmed herself a bit, then answered the phone, "Hello."

On the other end, Nathan, sounding cold and angry, asked, "Where are you?"

"What’s up?"

Nathan’s voice was angrier, "I asked where you are?"

"I’m outside."

"Outside where? What time is it now?"

"It’s twelve o’clock!"

"So, at this late hour, where are you supposed to be?"

Josephine Thompson hiccupped, drunkenly saying, "Is there something you need? If not, I’m hanging up."

So, he realizes it’s already late at night too?

Yet, to stay with Vivian Shaw, he often stayed out all night, making her wait until dawn!

After hanging up.

The effects of the alcohol hit Josephine Thompson, and she felt like she was walking on clouds.

She turned on the tap, intending to splash some cold water on her face to sober up.

Unexpectedly.

Julian Grant didn’t know when he had followed her and mocked, "Did you have a fight with your husband?"

Josephine Thompson turned to glance at him, feeling even more annoyed, "Mr. Grant, this is the ladies’ room, please leave."

"Heh..."

"Such resentment. Has marriage turned you into a bitter woman? Or did your husband cheat on you?"

Josephine Thompson, infuriated, snapped, "Something’s wrong with you, right?"

Julian Grant spread his arms to block her, jokingly saying, "Yes, something’s wrong with me. Do you have a cure?"

He was very tall, his muscles well-defined.

The intense pressure forced her back against the wall, "Please move aside."

Julian Grant gave a wicked smile, bracing an arm against the wall to trap her, "Give me an explanation."

"???" Josephine Thompson listened, a big question mark in her head!

"We hadn’t formally broken up back then, so who gave you the right to marry someone else?"

Josephine Thompson was even more annoyed, trying hard to push him away, "You’re really sick, please move!"

She pushed so forcefully that he deliberately stepped aside.

"Ugh..." Josephine Thompson lost her balance, her high heels slipping as she stumbled forward.

Julian Grant wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her forcibly into his embrace, "Josephine, did you ever truly love me?"

Josephine Thompson, in a fluster, struggled to break free, "You’re out of your mind, I’m already married, let me go!"

"I just want to know one answer."

As they struggled.

"Bang--" a loud noise.

The restroom door was kicked open with such force that the glass door almost shattered.

Josephine Thompson was startled.

Looking up, Nathaniel Gallagher stood at the door like a death overlord, his presence chilling.

"What are the two of you doing in the restroom?

"..." Josephine Thompson was shocked, looking at Nathaniel Gallagher in horror.

"Come home with me immediately."

Julian Grant saw this, chuckled provocatively, and released Josephine Thompson.

Josephine Thompson stumbled, falling into Nathaniel Gallagher’s arms.

Nathaniel Gallagher cast a cold and disdainful glance at Julian Grant, assuming he was a male model.

Suppressing his fury.

He suddenly bent down and lifted Josephine Thompson in his arms.

This damned woman, she learned to come to nightclubs looking for male models.

Had it only been a week without his attention, and she couldn’t resist desiring men?

If he hadn’t come to find her tonight, would she have hired a male model to stay the night?

Once they got home, he had every intention of properly punishing her.

His grip was strong, his heavy breath unbearably hot against her face.

Josephine Thompson felt like her ribs were about to break, trembling as she said, "Put me down, I can walk myself."

He was usually very gentle.

But once he got angry, it was a terrifying ordeal.

Tonight, she was probably doomed.

She was certain he would keep tormenting her in bed until she was broken and submitted, never-ending...