Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 54 - Pinching Her Chin

“Miss Sullivan, you can refer to this size.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I’ll be leaving if there’s nothing else.”

Thomas was staying to accompany his cousin shopping, so Julia drove home by herself; the clothes purchased at the mall would be sent to Thomas’ place.

Driving her car, Julia thought of James.

She had measured his waistline with her hands.

They had been in close contact, so she had a pretty good idea of his body measurements.

She pursed her red lips and turned on the DJ music.

Humming a sultry tune, her rapidly pounding heart finally calmed down.

Julia rolled down her car window just as several heavy motorcycles roared past.

She drove up close to them.

“Hey, where are you guys headed?”

A man sitting on the back of the motorcycle saw the beautiful woman and whistled, “To Ridgeview.”

Ridgeview had a well-known racing track.

Suddenly, Julia also wanted to go, so she followed those motorcycles to Ridgeview.

Upon arriving, the motorcycles in front stopped, and she got out of the car.

There was no major race tonight; these young people were heavy motorcycle enthusiasts, here for a friendly competition.

Julia borrowed one from them.

“Miss, why don’t you sit behind me?

Ridgeview has a lot of sharp turns; it’s actually not very safe,” said the shy young boy to the girl.

“Don’t worry, I know how to drive,” Julia raised her eyebrows, “I need to change clothes first.”

She always kept a spare set of clothes in the car, and she was wearing a skirt today, which wasn’t practical for riding a bike.

The bashful young man lent his black heavy motorcycle to Julia, while the other youngsters cheered them on.

They were all at the age for mischief.

Julia changed into a T-shirt and shorts, her long, straight legs straddling the bike, donning a helmet.

She was quick and decisive.

At this moment, a man in a car not too far away watched those fair, slender legs mounted on the heavy bike through the window.

His gaze was deep and intense.

He undid his buttons, relaxing his body.

The roar of heavy motorcycles thundering off filled the air.

Julia accelerated, swift as an arrow.

The wind howled past her, the scenery flashing by.

It was an exhilarating thrill.

A black motorcycle suddenly passed her from behind.

He gave a thumbs-up, then a thumbs-down.

Looking down on her.

His hand was well-defined.

That gesture was extremely arrogant.

Julia, “fuck.”

Where did this bastard come from, challenging her?

Julia increased her speed, chasing after the bike in front of her.

The two bikes raced each other fiercely.

As she made the turn ahead, Julia passed the man’s bike.

The bikes leaned into the curve.

A man and a woman, caught in a tussle of wills.

When the man passed her again and disdainfully thumbs-downed at her, Julia cursed aloud.

Grinding her teeth, “Damn it!”

The man in front wore a helmet; his thin lips slowly curled up, and his brows slightly raised as he sped up.

When they reached the finish line, Julia braked hard, took off her helmet, and looked around for the man who had disrespected her with his gestures.

That man was nowhere to be seen.

He must have left.

Julia Land handed the helmet and her beloved bike back to the young boy, “Thank you.”

“Miss, can we add each other as friends?”

Julia Land smiled, got into her car, waved her hand, and drove home.

James Thompson passed the helmet to Jasper Winters and lit a cigarette, lounging with a lazy expression in his eyes as he got into his car.

Jasper Winters looked at his boss’s arm, clearly helpless.

The arm hadn’t yet healed, but he had ridden a motorcycle.

They had encountered Julia Land’s car on the road by chance and followed her to Ridgeview.

He hadn’t expected her to be riding a motorcycle.

Generally, girls rarely ride heavy motorcycles; they’re tough to control.

Inside the car, James Thompson looked up at the silhouette of the woman getting into her car.

He took the cigarette from his mouth and held it between his fingers.

“Boss, Miss Sullivan is looking for you,” Jasper Winters mentioned, recalling the recent phone call, then turned his head to say.

Chloe Sullivan had bought clothes and couldn’t wait to bring them to James Thompson.

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Julia Land returned home.

Sophia Hart hadn’t yet returned; she checked her phone and found that the girl had a busy night planned.

She went to grab her pajamas for a bath.

No sooner had she stepped out of the bathroom than her phone rang.

Julia Land glanced at the caller ID; it was Grace Land calling.

After what she did to Stella Langston last time, Mrs.

Grace Land had already declared that she did not recognize her as her daughter.

She hadn’t even received a single phone call from her after her car accident.

Julia Land was still pretending to have amnesia; she sat down on the sofa and answered the phone, “Who is this?”

“Someone has been asking me about your time at the orphanage,” Grace Land didn’t waste words, “Who have you provoked?”

It wasn’t concern for Julia Land; it was worry about the Langston Family being dragged into it.

“Who might you be?” Julia Land asked with a light smile, “What about the orphanage?

If there’s anything about the orphanage, I’ve forgotten it.”

Grace Land was choked up, almost forgetting that her youngest daughter had mentioned Julia Land’s amnesia.

She gave Julia Land a few words of warning and, frustrated, was about to hang up, “If you don’t remember who I am, that’s fine.

You and the Langston Family have nothing to do with each other anymore.

Deal with your own troubles.”

The last time Julia Land had an accident, the Langston Family had been questioned by the police, a humiliating ordeal.

Julia Land hung up the phone and tapped her phone case with her index finger.

That night, Julia Land had a restless sleep, half-dreaming, half-awake.

The voice of Little Violet urging her to run kept ringing in her ears.

“Pear, run fast!”

Behind her was the laughter of a demonic hunter.

The sky was faintly lit.

When Julia Land woke up, her head ached, and she got out of bed to find a pill for the headache, which she swallowed with water.

Her lips were completely colorless.

Julia Land still went to the kitchen to make pumpkin millet porridge.

Alexander Strong received Julia Land’s call; he looked toward Arabella Shaw sitting in the office.

Arabella Shaw had come to the company with Noah Quarter that morning.

Alexander Strong walked to the pantry, lowered his voice, and said, “Pear, you should take the porridge back.”

“Sorry for the trouble.”

Julia Land hung up the phone and glanced at the Quarter Family office, then drove to Strong Health.

Thomas Sullivan walked out of the elevator and passed Julia Land’s desk, noticing a thermos container on it.

“What did you bring to eat at the office?”

“Pumpkin millet porridge, it’s good for the stomach.”

Thomas Sullivan gave her a look, “Perfect, I need something for my stomach.”

Julia Land looked up and raised an eyebrow, “If you don’t mind, you can have it.

It was originally cooked for my ex-husband.”

Thomas Sullivan’s brows instantly furrowed, “You’re still not giving up?”

“Why should I give up?”

Shameless and annoying, just like Arabella Shaw’s tactics.

Upon hearing this, Thomas Sullivan looked at Julia Land for a few seconds,

and pinched her chin.

Julia Land’s brows twitched, “What are you doing?”