There He Is Again My Ex Husband

Chapter 248

"What are you doing?" Emelia waved away Julian's phone, then sat up straight and asked him in an undertone.

Julian didn't hide his intention. He stared at her with his dark eyes and said, "You looked very beautiful when you were asleep, so I took photos of you."

What he said was true, but Emelia felt goosebumps all over her body.

She was really not used to Julian's sweet words.

In the past, in Emelia's heart, he had always been cold and not good at speaking. Not only was he not good at speaking, he didn't even know how to speak softly. It was even more impossible for him to speak sweet words.

She felt very uncomfortable and complained to him in a muffled voice, "Delete it. You have violated the right of my image!"

At the thought of the picture of her sleeping being kept in his phone by Julian, Emelia felt bad. He really didn't have a quiet time.

In the face of her complaint, Julian just narrowed his deep eyes slightly and said lazily, "If I remember correctly, you also posted a photo of me with my back towards you on Twitter, without my permission."

Emelia was rendered speechless by him. She had not expected him to use that to block her.

Just when she didn't know what to say, he raised his eyebrows and complained discontentedly, "I'm only keeping it myself for appreciation, but you've made the whole Internet appreciate my figure."

Emelia was both awkward and passive. There was no one who could match up to him in a verbal battle.

She didn't have the confidence to ask him to delete the photo again, so she had to look away and complain to him in a low voice, "Julian, why haven't I ever found out that you are so vengeful?"

This time, it was Julian turn to be speechless. He didn't want to delete her photos, so he used what she had done to stop her. He didn't expect she would say that.

Thinking of her gentle and soft words to Winston, Julian couldn't help saying, "You don't like me now, so every word I say or everything I do is wrong."

Emelia looked at him in disbelief. His words sounded extraordinary grievances and sorrows.

He had secretly taken photos of her, but he felt he was wronged?

Emelia didn't want to talk to him anymore. She continued to sleep in her seat, but this time she covered her face with her coat.

Julian was amused by her behavior. She was not an ordinary naive woman.

Getting off the plane and getting her luggage, Emelia pushed her suitcase and left quickly.

With Nina's previous reminder, she had brought herself sufficient equipment, sunglasses, and a mask, as well as a bucket hat with a large brim. No one could recognize her.

The reason why Emelia was able to walk so fast was because she was trying her best to get rid of Julian.

She didn't want to have any contact with Julian in public, but no matter how fast she walked, the man behind her kept a short distance from her.

Seeing that she was about to rush out of the airport lobby, the man's deep voice sounded beside her. "Take my car and go back together?"

They were neighbors, and he had a driver to pick him up. It was good to take her back together.

Emelia didn't even turn around. "No need. Mr. Johansen is here to pick me up."

Julian's mood might have just gone down to the bottom. When he was in the Capital, Winston came out of nowhere. Now he was back, Viggo was the one in his way.

She was so dedicated to her job that she had to head straight to the set as soon as she got off the plane without resting?"

Without any hesitation, he continued, "I'll go and have a look too."

He was the investor of this drama, so it was reasonable for him to take a look at it.

Emelia, however, had a headache. "Mr. Hughes, you don't have to do such a small matter yourself, do you?"

Although it was the first time for Viggo to be a director, he had many years of experience working on the set as an actor. Moreover, from Viggo's tone on the phone, things were not particularly difficult to deal with. It was not to the point of alarming Julian behind the scenes.

Julian was deliberately following her, never leaving her.

"It doesn't matter. Let's take a look." Julian's reply was irresistible.

While they were talking, they had already walked out of the airport lobby. Viggo's car just drove over at this time.

After rolling down the window and seeing Julian Hughes, Viggo was surprised. "Mr. Hughes?"

Viggo didn't know that Julian and Emelia would appear at the same time. He knew that Emelia had gone to the Capital and Julian had gone to New Zealand on a business trip, but he didn't know when

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Julian picked up the two suitcases with one hand and easily stuffed them into the trunk of Viggo's car. Only then did he say to Viggo, "I heard from Emelia that something happened at the set. I'll go take a look together."

Viggo had wanted to say that there was no need for him to personally go over, but seeing how silent Emelia was frowning, he didn't say anything else. Emelia must have refused to go with him. Clearly, it didn't work.

Viggo had also guessed what Julian was up to. All he had to do was follow Emelia. In other words, he just didn't want him to be alone with her.

So he didn't say anything. He just opened the door and said with a smile, "Let's go together."

Julian and Emelia got into the car. Viggo drove the car straight to the set. He called his driver and asked him to go to the set. He also had to send him and Emelia home later.

Not long after the car left, Emelia and Viggo began to discuss the problem with the script. Julian leaned lazily on the back seat and occasionally glanced at Emelia, who was chatting with Viggo.

Because it involved some modifications, whenever Emelia thought of a new or more heart-stirring line, she would smile easily, as bright as a flower.

Julian looked at her with disdain. Thinking of the scene that she and Winston had been sitting in the cafe for the whole morning, he thought to himself that she had talked a lot, but she had spoken too little in front of him because she had no common language with him.

He didn't like drama and literature. He was only interested in the great benefits of this industry. Moreover, he was usually only responsible for investing, and his subordinates were in charge of the

specific planning of each drama.

Therefore, it was conceivable that how could he and Emelia have the same language? His major was economy and finance, while hers was literature.

Thinking back, what had they talked about when he was with her?

It seemed that they didn't talk much. When they were together, they spend most of the time making love.

Thinking of those scenes, Julian couldn't help but raise his hand to loosen his tie to get some fresh air. When she was abroad after they divorced, he didn't feel that he was so craving for sex, and he felt good every day.

But since she returned to the country, he had been thinking about that kind of thing from time to time.

He looked out of the window and gritted his teeth. If this continued, sooner or later, he would get sick.