Chapter 14
Lydia gasped as her body lurched forward uncontrollably.
“Ah!”
Blake reacted instantly, pulling her into his arms. She ended up sitting on his lap, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck in a rather intimate position.
Lydia’s cheeks flushed. She tried to move but bumped her head, falling back into Blake’s embrace.
In an instant, Lydia’s face grew even redder.
As she sat there flustered, someone outside began pounding on the car window.
Lydia quickly returned to her seat and lowered the window to see who was outside.
The person was in tattered clothes, filthy and disheveled, with sunburned skin, nearly unrecognizable.
“Lydia, it’s me! Get out-I need to talk to you!” Julian frantically pushed the hair away from his forehead and wiped his face forcefully.
“I’m Julian Hayes, your husband.” His voice was hoarse and desperate. “I’m not dead. I’m still alive.”
Lydia’s expression remained blank as she studied him carefully.
“Lydia, I’ve missed you so much. Please get out and take me home?” Julian clung to the car window, his eyes bloodshot as he again tried to establish his identity.
After a long silence, Lydia finally spoke, her tone distant. “I’m sorry, I don’t know you. My ex-husband is dead.”
“Lydia, how can you not recognize me? You loved me so much once-you even appeased Vera for my sake…” Julian faltered as he met Lydia’s increasingly cold gaze.
Lydia turned away, instructing the driver to raise the window and continue driving.
Julian refused to let go of the glass, quickly getting his fingers caught. He cried out in pain, begging, “Lydia, that hurts! Look at me,
Lydia remained unmoved. Julian finally released his grip due to the pain.
Watching the car drive away, he ran after it, shouting her name.
“Lydia, I nearly died getting back to you! You can’t abandon me!”
please?”
After being injured by Vera that day, he had been rescued by the motel’s housekeeper. He sold his suit and watch, paid the medical bills, and used the remaining money to smuggle himself back home.
Julian’s first action upon returning was to find Lydia, expecting her to be mourning him faithfully.
He thought Lydia would weep with joy at seeing him. He would sincerely apologize, and once she forgave him, they would resume their life together.
From then on, he would never stray again.
But upon his return, he heard Lydia was with Blake Winters.
He couldn’t believe it-his Lydia had loved him desperately. How could she marry someone else when his body was barely cold?
“Lydia Reed, you can’t do this to me! I’m the man you loved most!” Julian refused to give up, chasing her car all the way to the Winters mansion.
He charged past the guards, getting knocked down repeatedly but struggling back to his feet each time.
“Let me in! I need to see my wife! Blake Winters, who the hell do you think you are, marrying MY wife!”
“Lydia! Sweetheart! Come out!”
Julian was thrown outside the gates again.
Finally, Lydia emerged, standing two meters away from him, regarding him coldly.
