My ex-husband is in love with me (FULL)
Chapter 439 Want to Give Emelia a Present

Julian didn't tell Heather he would come along for her, so she burst into tears as soon as she saw him. She sprang forward and put her arms around him so tightly that as if he had been a life-saving straw. Since her last call to Emelia, she had not made another call to inquire about his reply, thinking it would be a little annoying to do so. So all she had been doing was waiting anxiously. For the first time in her life, she had prayed for her son to listen to Emelia, which sounded so irony to her.

"Let's get out of here right away. I don't want to stay here for one more second." she said, wiping tears off her face after done crying. Seizing Julian's arm, she headed for the door.

Julian asked, frowning slightly, "Don't you have to pack up?"

"There is no such a need. I have got all my papers, that will be enough. I will get all the other stuff when we are back," said Heather, who wanted nothing but to leave the country and the apartment that had been suffocating to her.

After that, Gerhard came downstairs. Looking expressionless, Julian informed him, "I am here to bring mom home."

"Hmm," muttered Gerhard indifferently.

Julian added, "please go back to Grandpa's, if possible. He's quite old, you know."

Heather gave Julian a yank after hearing that, unsatisfied with his son's kindness to the man.

Unmoved by her reaction, Gerhard replied aloofly, "I will consider it."

Without saying another word to him, Julian turned to his mother and said, "Please go get your papers. I will be waiting."

With a nod, she circumvented Gerhard quickly before rushing upstairs, as if he had been some monster.

"So you and that Emelia something are back together?" asked Gerhard, sitting in a sofa without asking Julian to take a seat, knowing that he would never do so.

"Yes, we are, "answered Julian mechanically standing in the entrance, anxious for his mother's reappearance and to get out of the place.

Gerhard took a sip of his coffee and continued to say, "Have a happy life together. Don't mess it up the way I did."

Julian turned away his face.

His father had no ground to lecture him right now.

Julian didn't respond to the remark, leaving the father and son as silent as they had always been around each other all these years.

Heather soon came downstairs with all her papers, and walked out of the door without even taking one look at Gerhard. Before Julian turned around and left, he raised his head towards him as a way to say goodbye.

As Gerhard sat by the window, quietly watching his wife and son until they were out of sight, he thought there was nothing he could do to make it up with his wife, who was so obstinate and domineering that he found it depressing to live with her.

If she had agreed to divorce back then, they would have at lest been able to make some polite small talks with grace when they met.

But she would rather die than get a divorce, so they were stuck with each other and then finally turned into enemies.

Heather hated him for being a womanizer, while he loathed her for rejecting a divorce, so it would never be rightful for him to see someone else.

But then he felt glad to think of the changes of his son.

He would never have asked him to go back ever if it wasn't for Emelia.

She is a great kid, especially to Hughes.

Julian wanted him to return to that home just because as a grandson, he hoped that his grandpa would be able to see his son for the last time when it came to his death.

Julian took his mother to a hotel, and while checking in, she asked, "I thought we would go straight to the airport."

Julian said, a little impatiently, "I just spent more than 10 hours on a plane and went straight to your place, hardly got any sleep, so I am dying for a nap, mom."

Julian might have expected it from his mother, who was a selfish woman and would always be.

She would never care about whether he'd got enough sleep or not. The only thing she cared was how long it would take to go home.

He would have felt despaired again, but he wouldn't, for he no longer needed his mother's love. Just so long as Emelia loved him and cared about him, he could ask no more. Looking a little awkward, she faltered, "sure, sure, right, take a nap, please. We won't leave until you feel ready."

The two had stayed at the hotel for one day before they set off to the airport.

They were in front of a luxury shop at the airport.

Heather said to Julian, a little unnaturally, "Julian, would you like to come in there with me to get a purse? I, huh, I'm thinking about getting one for Emelia."

Her voice suggested that she felt kind of embarrassed thinking about making a nice gesture to Emelia.

Julian looked at her with a frown as she went on to say, "She has been a great help to me this time. I am thinking I should thank her for this somehow." "Sure." Julian agreed and walked in the shop before her.

Although he agreed on the idea, Julian knew that Emelia barely use a luxury purse like those.

They were living together, and he saw quite a few limited-edition purses in her dressing room, but those had been given to her by her cousins and sister-in law.

She told him that because she had already got cars, an apartment and jewelry from Vincent and Lady Dorothy, so they were left to buy her purses.

They got her accepting the gifts, but she rarely carried them.

The purse Emelia carried all the time was one with a big compartment, a niche designer brand, having enough room for her laptop. She found it working so great for her job since she could take her computer with it wherever she went.

The only reason for Julian to enter the shop with Heather was because he thought Emelia deserved a reward, whatever it would be.

If it wasn't for Emelia's sake, he would never have cared about how that woman felt.

While at the shop, she got Julian to interpret for her whether they still had the latest design.

She's interested in nothing but fashion, so she knew which style was the latest fashion, but they were easily sold out, so she asked Julian to check with the salesclerk first.

Fortunately, the stock had just been refilled. Heather immediately took one off the shelf.

Julian looked at the little purse and thought, it would be most likely to end up being just one more decoration in Emelia's dressing room.

Julian found a place for her in a small city near Riverside City. Ranking among the cities with the cleanest air in the country, the city he chose was a good place to the elderly with its scenic beauty and congenial weather.

When they had reached Riverside City, they were driven 3 hours to the city. Heather was satisfied with the sea-facing, two-storied villa, big enough for her to live alone.

"I have it all cleaned up. It's got some of the essentials you will need. Get anything you want if those aren't enough." said Julian blankly.

"Get a help for the chores if you feel lonely living here on your own, you know, so you will also have someone to talk to."

"Thank you, I will," said his mother gratefully.

She sincerely felt contented with that, the miseries she had gone through abroad had turned her into a more easy-going person. Everything seemed insignificant to her as long as she was back here in this country.

"Unpack and then take a rest. I have to take off now," Julian said.

She seized his hand and asked, "Would you like to stay for dinner, maybe?"

"No, I'm good." said Julian with a fatigued face, in no mood to dine with her mother.

As a son, he had long drifted apart with her.

After the refusal, he got back into his car and his diver drove him off.☐☐☐☐☐