Refusing To Divorce (Julia and Harry)
Refusing 103

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There always seemed to be annoying flies around Julia that she couldn't shoo away. Cecilia, who had just greeted her with a smile, now looked at Julia with disdain. Julia glanced casually at Cecilia and completely ignored her.

Cecilia wanted to pick a fight with Julia. However, Cecilia had been warned by Freya that today was Donald's birthday, and they absolutely couldn't afford to cause any embarrassment on sich an occasion. So, she temporarily suppressed her dissatisfaction with Julia. Julia, who are you making that sour face at?" Although Cecilia couldn't do anything to Julia, she still wanted to outwit her with words. But she didn't realize that she was no match for Julia.

"Well, some annoying and lame troublemaker loves to see it," Julla said with a smirk. She casually picked up a juice from the side and took a sip.

It took Cecilia a moment to realize that Julia was insulting her. She was furious, and her carefully hidden ladylike demeanor was about to collapse. She glared at Julia again, gritting her teeth, as if she wanted to tear Julia apart.

Julia remained unfazed. Even if Cecilia had ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare to lose her temper today. Cecilia must have known that if she provoked Julia too much, Julia would say all sorts of unpleasant things, and she wouldn't even give Donald a face. In the end, the embarrassed one would only be Freya and her.

Having failed to provoke Julia, Cecilia left dejectedly.

Before leaving, she threw a fierce expression toward Julia, which only amused Julia further. Julia took another sip of juice and looked at everyone chatting and laughing, feeling extremely bored. She wanted to replace a quiet place, preferably where no one would disturb her. Just as she stood up, she met Harry's gaze. Harry had already freed himself from the people who wanted to chat with him and was walking directly towards her. Julia avoided his gaze and pretended not to see him. She walked in the opposite direction, hoping to avoid Harr However, Harry grabbed Julia's hand before she could move away. He said, "Why are you running away as soon as you see me? Don't you want to see me?"

Julia asked, "Mr. Wright, what are you talking about? When did lever avoid you?"

Harry chucked. "Do you like to talk to me in such a tone?"

Julia spread her hands helplessly. Her eyes were filled with innocence. "Don't I usually talk like this?"

"Come with me," Harry said, regardless of whether Julia agreed or not. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to a secluded place, holding her in his arms. He looked down at her with utmost seriousness. Time seemed to stand still in that moment. Julia looked into Harry's eyes and saw her reflection. It was cold, indifferent, with no hint of emotion. Even though Harry seemed to have control over her, she remained unchanged. She had long buried her feelings for Harry again. She only saw Harry as a lawful husband-She wouldn't be foolish enough to let emotions interfere with Harry again.

"What do you want by bringing me here? Just say it directly. Why beat around the bush?" Julia averted her gaze. She said. indifferently. "If you want to talk to me about you and Arya, save your time. I'm not interested." "Why didn't you call me this week?" Harry asked.

This question stunned Julia. "Is there a problem? Not contacting each other for a week is normal for couples like us. Why are you asking me now? Have you gone crazy? With a mocking tone, Julia reached out to touch Harry's forehead, as if checking for a fever or if his bra

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"No problem, Julia muttered to herself.

Harry held Julia's hand as she tried to pull away, still staring at her. "Can we have a normal conversation? The other night, when I left home, I did go to see Arya..."

Before Harry could finish, Julia immediately pushed him away. Didn't I tell you already? I don't care about you and Arya. You don't need to tell me. Don't worry, I won't tell your morn."

"Can't you let me finish?" Harry pressed down on Julia's hand forcefully. "If I don't go, Arya will commit suicide."

Suicide again. Julia looked at Harry. She did not know if he was stupid or pretending. "If Arya wanted to die, she wouldn't tell you. She told you just to get you to go. Even if you don't go, she won't really die."

At most, she would end up in the hospital again, just like last time

"I know," Harry said.

Julia widened her eyes in surprise. "Oh, I see. No matter whether Arya threatens you with suicide or not, as long as she calls you, you'll go. She just thought you would choose to stay with me. That's why she took the risk." Julia understood what Harry meant. He willingly allowed himself to be threatened and deceived by Arya, so no matter what Arya said or did, he would go to her.

Julia asked, "Harry, why are you telling me this? I've already said I'm not interested in your and Arya's affairs. Is it because you want me to analyze your emotional issues? Well, sorry, I won't."

Harry grabbed Julia's arm again. "Julia, do you believe me?"

Julia looked at him in bewilderment. "Believe?"

Harry nodded, seemingly eager to hear "yes" from Julia.

Julia, who had been serious just a moment ago, suddenly smiled. It was unclear whether she was laughing at herself or Harry. She said, "Do you think our relationship needs a discussion about trust?"

"All right, we've been out here for too long. Donald will look for us. After all, you're his flagship, and he needs you, especially now," Julia said, patting Harry's collar before turning back to the venue.

It was as if nothing had happened just now. Julia maintained her aloof attitude, rebuffing anyone who tried to approach her. Harry could never stay by Julia's side for more than a few minutes before Donald called him away. Officially, they were out meeting some people. But in reality, Donald wanted everyone to know that no matter how impressive Harry might be, Harry still had to show respect to him.

Donald cared about his reputation, and Julia knew best.

For Julia, the party was extremely boring. Fortunately, no one approached her later, not even Cecilia, who wanted to cause trouble. With no one to disturb her peace. Julia lay her head on the table and dozed off.

Then, someone appeared at the entrance of the hall. As the door opened, sunlight poured in, enveloping the figure. Her black, shiny hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her silver dress was adorned with diamonds, shimmering like stars under the sunlight.