Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 71 - Little Pear, Good Night

“Birds, they…

they can fly, fly wherever they want to go…

and I…”

The woman standing on stage was dressed in a suit jacket and black pants, her ponytail tied high.

Her singing was ethereal and profound.

Especially the lyrics, as you listen, you can’t help but want to cry.

The song conveyed the essence of the lyrics.

[“They, these mortals, also wish to fly freely, but life always refuses.”]

Winchester Place’s intention was to promote for Arabella Shaw, but the new fans who were drawn to watch the show instantly switched their allegiances.

They were now fans of the woman standing on stage.

Austin Langston succeeded, she perfectly conveyed the essence of the song written by Julia Land.

Her popularity surged.

Hannah, standing under the stage, covered her mouth and wept, applauding for her.

Austin Langston’s eyes were shimmering with tears.

As the song reached its finale, Austin Langston made a big heart gesture towards the camera, picked up the microphone, and confessed, “Autumn Knowles, thank you for giving me the chance to sing this song, I love you.”

Arabella Shaw accidentally knocked over the thermos.

Autumn Knowles?

Austin Langston was singing a song written by Autumn Knowles!

Sister Wilson picked up the thermos from the ground, thankful that they were currently backstage in the makeup room.

On the TV screen in front of them, Austin Langston stood on stage, while fans below, regardless of whose fan they were, all started clapping, standing up to cheer for her.

“Noah once helped me approach Autumn Knowles, wanting her to write a few new songs for me, but she did not agree,” Arabella Shaw said through gritted teeth.

Sister Wilson, “We should find someone to check, who exactly is Autumn Knowles?”

Suddenly, Cheng Yaojin rushed in.

Arabella Shaw nodded, her gaze cold as she watched the TV screen.

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At that moment, the entire Winchester Place publicity department was dead silent.

This time, Arabella was aiming to snatch the newcomer award from this episode’s competition.

The publicity manager said, “Continue promoting, Austin Langston has already finished singing, take advantage while her team hasn’t started promoting for her.”

As long as they win the vote first.

Austin Langston’s backing, Orange Brokerage Ltd., probably wouldn’t pour in a large sum of money for promotion in an instant.

“Orange Inc.

has already started promoting,” the head of the publicity department passed the phone to the manager, “Look at these videos.”

*

Meanwhile, at the Noble Grid Hotel, in a large suite.

James Thompson stepped out of the bathroom after his shower, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

His eyes were cold, but when he saw the woman on the sofa, his sternness melted.

He sat beside her, watching the live broadcast, “Do you want to finish watching this program?”

Julia Land watched Austin Langston’s confession on stage and smiled.

She turned her head to look at James Thompson, her beautiful eyes bright as if she had found a new direction.

“Mr.

Thompson, carry me to take a bath.”

James Thompson’s eyes slightly lifted, “Alright.”

He picked her up effortlessly with strong arms.

Walking into the bathroom, he set her down, and turned on the bathtub faucet.

As he turned back around, Julia Land stood on her tiptoes.

Her red lips gently touched his.

“Mhm.”

He lifted her and placed her on the black marble washbasin.

Thin lips curved in a smile.

“Why don’t you live at Green Auspice Villa?”

Julia Land grunted, biting his shoulder to stifle the sound she was about to make.

“That villa has already been given to Chloe Sullivan, anyway, it wasn’t a villa I bought.”

He explained.

But at times like this, he couldn’t explain too much.

…

Two hours later, Mr.

Thompson carried Julia Land out of the bathroom and placed her on the bed.

He pulled over the blanket, covering her enticing legs.

Julia Land squinted lazily, “Mr.

Thompson, could you please turn off the computer, thank you.”

The episode of “Let’s Sing Together” had ended, and while she was in the bathroom, she heard the program team announce that the winner of this period’s newcomer award was Austin Langston.

Hmm, I wonder if Arabella Shaw will be able to sleep tonight?

Anyway, she could.

James Thompson first dimmed the bedside lamp before going to turn off Julia Land’s computer, and only after that did he lie down on the bed.

The man stretched out an arm, pulling her close to sleep beside him.

His thin lips landed on the back of her neck, his voice deep, “Little Pear, good night.”

“Mm, good night.”

*

Elsewhere.

Arabella Shaw drove straight back to Imperial View Gardens after the end of the program.

Just as she entered the living room, she heard her daughter’s crying.

Arabella Shaw’s face was cold, “What’s the matter?

Why is Bella crying?”

The nanny responsible for Bella Quarter was soothing the child, “Sorry, Miss Shaw, I don’t know why, but the little miss just keeps crying, her eating and drinking are normal, and her temperature is normal too.”

Arabella Shaw, already suffocating with frustration due to the evening’s performance not meeting expectations, felt increasingly irritated by the child’s continuous crying.

“Is sir back yet?”

The butler replied, “Not yet.”

Arabella Shaw walked over to look at the child and raised her eyes to the nanny, “Calm the child down as quickly as possible, if she keeps crying, her throat will be ruined, if you can’t soothe her, then find someone else.”

The nanny quickly nodded her head.

Bella Quarter was still crying.

Annoyed, Arabella Shaw went upstairs to take a bath.

While soaking in the tub, she scrolled through her tablet, as the big data kept pushing tonight’s performance of “Bird” sung by Austin Langston.

Arabella Shaw snorted coldly in her heart, it was only the beginning, and she didn’t believe that Austin Langston could remain popular for long, it was only one famous song.

It was all because of Autumn Knowles ruining her plan.

Arabella Shaw turned off the tablet, soaked for twenty minutes, then got out of the tub.

After drying her hair, she walked out of the bathroom and saw Noah Quarter resting on the couch.

Noah Quarter had his elbow on the armrest, and when he heard footsteps, he raised his eyes to Arabella Shaw.

“Tonight was my first time performing on a show, did you watch it?”

Arabella Shaw sat on Noah Quarter’s lap, her face against the man’s chest, she rubbed it and said with disappointment, “I lost tonight, I was hoping to win this period’s newcomer award.”

Noah Quarter, “A single failure doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just a bit disappointing,” she looked up at Noah Quarter, “Last time didn’t you have Secretary Strong contact Autumn Knowles for me?

Do you know her real name?”

“I didn’t check, why?”

Arabella Shaw smiled, “I want to visit her personally, ask her to write a song for me.

She wrote a song for Austin Langston this time, and it’s this song that made me fail.”

Having Noah Quarter’s subordinates investigate Autumn Knowles would be quicker than hiring someone.

Noah Quarter’s voice was cold and somewhat lazy, “You can contact Secretary Strong tomorrow.”

Arabella Shaw smiled and couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around him, kissing his thin lips.

He let her kiss without moving.

“Noah?”

Noah Quarter’s hand pressed against the back of Arabella Shaw’s head, returning the kiss, but before long, he said, “I’m going to take a shower, you should be tired tonight, drink a glass of milk before going to sleep.”

Arabella Shaw’s heart skipped a beat, it had been several days since she returned from Grace City, and he hadn’t touched her.

This made Arabella Shaw feel that something wasn’t quite right.