CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 125: THREADS OF AFFECTION, SEEMINGLY THERE AND NOT (5)_1

"I’m sorry, but I need to rest," Julia Bluen said before hanging up the phone.

When she looked up, she noticed Glades Horne had already sat down on the armrest of the sofa, arms crossed, watching her with a leisurely, relaxed demeanor.

"It was Nicholas Coldwell."

Julia walked over to him and took the initiative to tell him.

A flash of delight crossed Glades Horne’s deep eyes, followed by an indulgent response, "I know. I heard how you addressed him."

"You... you’re not getting any weird ideas, are you?" Julia bent down slightly, looking at him both playfully and somewhat worriedly.

This man could be quite petty, something she was well aware of.

When she last went to the stadium to play ball, Edo Hanley and the others had made her laugh, and this guy got jealous.

Glades Horne released his crossed arms, cradled her face, and asked with a light smile, "Should I be getting any weird ideas?"

Julia pursed her lips and then burst into laughter.

"Why don’t you tell him that you’ve married me?" Glades Horne asked, standing up from the armrest and wrapping his arms around Julia as they walked toward the bed.

She turned to face him, gently pushed him to sit on the bed, and said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "We’re bound to meet again sooner or later. Don’t you think it’ll be more devastating when he finds out then? I guarantee his face will turn from red to green, and then from green to white."

She, Julia Bluen, also had a knack for pranking people, especially heartless traitors.

Nicholas Coldwell was so fond of climbing the social ladder. If he found out in person that Glades Horne was her husband, he would surely be shocked into forgetting his own name.

Last time, Glades Horne revealed her true identity, striking a heavy blow to Nicholas. However, Julia hadn’t seen Nicholas’s regret and shock. Thus, she mischievously kept this secret to hit that shameless traitor hard once again.

"How come I didn’t know my dear wife also has a heart that could torment someone mercilessly?" Glades Horne chuckled, and with one sweep of his arm, pulled Julia into his embrace.

"It’s not too late to know now. Compared to you, I still have a lot to learn," Julia replied with a giggle.

"How about I pass on some of my experience to you in the future?"

Nicholas Coldwell betrayed her, abandoned her, and hurt her deeply, yet he still dared to call and harass her again and again!

A fierce sharpness flitted through Glades Horne’s deep eyes. It seemed crushing Cosmos Group’s operations still wasn’t enough. However, a playful smile spread across his lips. Swallowing up Cosmos Group was easy for him. But if he moved too fast, he wouldn’t be able to savor his rival’s desperate struggles. Therefore, he wanted to take his time, step by step, pushing Nicholas into a corner until he had nothing left.

"No need, my own brain still works just fine." Unable to break free from his embrace, Julia simply rested on his chest. She listened to his strong, steady heartbeat and felt his comforting warmth and the doting affection that radiated from him. Slowly, her mood began to stabilize.

"True, my Julia has always been very smart..." Glades continued talking. But when he felt the person resting on him grow still, he gently laid her beside him and realized she had fallen asleep.

She was tired.

She had flown from the Maldives to Paris just this morning and had been running around all afternoon. It would be strange if she weren’t tired.

Pulling up the blanket, he gently covered her. He then lay down beside her, his gaze intense yet tenderly fixed on his sleeping wife.

His heart was filled with contentment.

Julia, I will definitely love and cherish you for a lifetime!

This was a vow Glades Horne made in his heart countless times.

In the pitch-black night, when one has pain and embarrassment in their heart, the night seems too long, as if dawn would never come. For someone with a wounded soul, every minute feels like an eternity, even though time ticks on just the same.

Leaning against the balcony, Nicholas Coldwell didn’t immediately go back inside after Julia hung up on him.

His somber, sharp, and profound eyes stared intently at the cellphone in his right hand. The light from the balcony illuminated the screen, displaying the eleven digits of Julia’s phone number.

After Julia hung up, he entered her number again, but he didn’t call back. He knew that even if he did, Julia wouldn’t answer.

Lifting his left hand, he gently traced the string of numbers on the screen. Complex emotions flitted across Nicholas’s handsome face.

He just couldn’t forget about Julia, the only girl he had truly loved. But for his career and for success, he had to choose Diana Powell. He thought that once he had succeeded in his career, he could use that success to block out his feelings for Julia. But fate played a cruel joke on him: Julia, whom he had been dating for three years, turned out to be the real catch.

She had deceived him so thoroughly.

For men, career is often their top priority. Ever since he joined Cosmos Group, he had worked hard. He climbed from a minor planning designer to the manager of the Planning Department, sacrificing not just love but also sweat and tears. Julia was his girlfriend; she couldn’t have been unaware of his career ambitions. Why didn’t she reveal her true identity to him?

Was deceiving him like this fun for her?

Recalling his wedding day, when Glades Horne revealed Julia’s identity, his heart felt as if it had plunged into an icehouse, cold all over. Inevitably, a sense of hatred for Julia’s deliberate concealment swept across his handsome face.