Julia didn't know whether she should laugh or cry.
She wanted to find a place to conceal her embarrassment from Terence. Just as she averted her eyes
away from him, a loud knock came from the door.
No, it sounded more like the sound of someone trying to break it down.
"Terence Chen, get out now!" Consuela's angered voice reverberated behind it.
Terence frowned. The only thing he remembered about Consuela, Julia's broker, was that she had a
very bad temper. Whenever he saw her, she always rushed over to pick a fight with him.
Calmly, he went down to open the door. Worried, Julia found a shirt and got dressed before following
Terence downstairs.
"Where's my Julia? Where did you take her?" Consuela directed her fuming anger at Terence. "I'm
telling you, you're divorced. So, give her back to me right now!"
Consuela's eyes were burning with anger and were red from looking for Julia the night before. Knowing
that it was this man who caused the entire situation, Consuela refused to hold back her anger. "Look at
yourself. You don't deserve whatever Julia did for you! You will regret it sooner or later."
Blinded by her rage, Consuela couldn't see Julia at all. She pointed at Terence and harshly cursed him.
She felt better after releasing the tension she was feeling inside.
"Consuela..." Julia looked at an angry Consuela and cautiously walked up to her. She gently grabbed
her hand and said, "Stop it."
It was only then that Consuela came to her senses and found Julia standing next to her. She caught a
glimpse of a man's shirt on Julia and found traces of her lovemaking with Terence the night before.
Realizing what had transpired between them last night suddenly enraged her.
"Terence, you bastard! Why don't you just let go of Julia? You are divorced! Are you even a real man?
She has already moved out, but you keep bringing her back. What do you think of her? A free bed
partner?" The more Consuela thought about it, the angrier she got. "If you want a woman, you can go
find a whore. If you can't afford it, I'll pay for it."
Within the entertainment industry, Consuela was widely known to be shrewish. She used to tell Julia
that one had to be shrewd in order to get the upper hand.
Although Terence was a good-tempered man, he felt a little embarrassed after hearing what Consuela
just said.
But he didn't miss a key point in Consuela's words. He looked at Julia in shock and asked, "You...
already moved out?"
"Yes." Julia slightly nodded.
Terence's lips moved.
No wonder she had no clothes to wear. He suddenly realized that he had misunderstood Julia, but it
was already too late.
He looked at Julia and frowned. "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
"We were already divorced. Why should I inform you when I moved out?" Without casting another
glance at Terence's face, Julia turned to Consuela. "I'm glad that you're here. Wait a moment. We can
leave after I change my clothes."
When she found her clothes, they were still wet. But she didn't care. After she got changed, both Julia
and Consuela left without looking back.
"Julia..." Terence's deep voice called out.
"What?" Julia responded, but didn't turn to look at him. Consuela, on the other hand, turned around and
pointed at Terence with a vicious look in her eyes. "You better remember this. From now on, you have
nothing to do with Julia. If you dare pester her again, I promise that I will castrate you!"
With a snort, she grabbed Julia's hand and left the villa. "Julia, just wait. I'll find you a better man."
"Well, that's enough..." Julia then grabbed Consuela's wrist.
"What are you afraid of? He could find a girlfriend, but can't you find a better man? Just wait and see.
He will regret it sooner or later."
Julia didn't know whether Terence would regret or not, but she did.
If Julia had known that so many messy things would have happened, she would not have gone out to
drink. Now it was too late to regret.
After Julia left, Terence sat alone in the living room for a long time. He went upstairs and found that the
wardrobe was empty. It almost seemed as if Julia had never lived there at all.
He suddenly felt that there was no human warmth in this room. It was cold and empty.
It was difficult to imagine how Julia had been living here for the past three years.
He wanted to apologize to her. He continuously edited and deleted a message on his phone, not
having the courage to send it out.
Lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang. The name "Jean" appeared on the screen.
"Terence, are you busy right now?" He heard her tender voice on the other end of the line. Her voice
was like a nice breeze, calming and making him feel comfortable.
"No." Terence's voice softened. "What's wrong?"
"Here is the thing," Jean said apologetically. "The doctor said that my hand has almost recovered and I
can be discharged from the hospital now. As you know, I haven't been back for three years. and so
many things have changed in H City. I want to go to a supermarket to buy some groceries, but I don't
know where the nearest one is. If you aren't too busy, can you come over and pick me up?"
Before Terence could respond, Jean added, "If you don't have time right now, don't worry. I won't bother
you."
"Not at all," Terence said right away. "Stay there and wait for me. Don't go anywhere. I'll be there soon."
After she hung up, a wicked smile appeared on Jean's face. Her trick worked.
After Julia had left, she broke the glass, and hurt her hand with a shard of glass. Although there were
only a few stitches in her hand, she still suffered a lot. She told Terence that it was Julia who hurt her,
and therefore, he got angry and divorced Julia. Thinking about this, she thought it was worth getting
hurt.
Jean assumed that Terence would be worried about her. But to disappointment, he didn't show up at all
after he sent her to the hospital.
Jean then felt a little anxious, so she called Terence to remind him of her existence.
After he left the villa and rushed to the hospital, Terence found that Jean was talking with another
patient in her ward. He pushed the door open and stood in front of her. "Have you packed up your
things?"
"Yes, everything is ready." Jean pointed at a parcel on the bed and Terence immediately picked it up.
The patient beside Jean said smilingly, "Jean, your boyfriend treats you so well."
"Don't talk nonsense. He's not..." Jean stealthily glanced at Terence and saw that he wasn't going to
refute the patient's assumption. In response, she smiled and said, "Sis, I'm leaving now. I wish you get
well as soon as possible."
Although Jean denied it, the shy look on her face seemed to show no protest against what the patient
had said.
With a big smile on her face,
Jean followed Terence to the car. After getting in the passenger seat, she look at him and asked, "Are
you unhappy?"
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