SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 27

Diego, the CEO of Hanson Enterprise, made an unprecedented move and was late on that day—it was over two hours. It had never happened before.

” Tsk ... Cousin, one look at you and I can tell that you’ve overindulged in lust. Be careful about your health. Remember to take more tonics. Like that deer p***s or whatever.”

“Anton, not a single word from you again. Do you really think I won’t dare to lay a finger on you?” Diego looked up from among the stacks of documents. His voice was calm, but there was a serious warning laced in it. He had better shut his mouth or else, Diego would kick him all the way to the Pacific Ocean.

“Ahh. Cousin, I’ll stop. I will just sit here. I’m serious. I will sit here and be silent. You don’t really have to kick me. One doesn’t go around kicking a handsome man’s buttocks.” Anton hastily took a seat at the side. It was one of those threats again. He couldn’t help but rub his butt. It was always the same trick. Wasn’t he shameful?

“Oh, yes. Cousin, come over to my house today. My mom said she has not seen you for a long time. She wants you to come over for dinner when you have the time.” Anton stretched his legs. His mother was biased because of all she thought was his cousin. She did not even look at her own son, who was her flesh and blood, a part of her.

“I have an appointment.” It took a while for Diego to reply. He recalled his promise to that woman. “Perhaps another day.”

Anton merely lifted his brows. “Oh, I see.”...

He took a stack of documents and passed them to Diego. “Cousin, the contract for today. This is...”

There was constant nagging within the quiet CEO’s office. However, since Anton worked for Diego, he was the one who was always talking while Diego listened on.

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When Julianna woke up, it was already noon. On that day, she had a deep slumber and woke up late. She sat up, lowered her head, and saw the bruises. She also knew what had happened between Diego and herself.

She picked up his clothes that were lying on the floor. As she rested her hand on her forehead, a vague and faint bitter smile appeared on her face.

He had found her when she left yesterday. There were some things she couldn’t recall. She knew it was him. Whatever he had said, she couldn’t remember.

She really couldn’t recall.

Why did he search for her? Why couldn’t he leave her alone to live or die?

She did not want to have any hope or expectation, for despair always comes after hope. As she looked up, the wedding portrait was still hanging on the wall, occupying half of it. It was not a thing that hung between them. It was Diana . He said she owed him and Diana a life.

But this life, were they expecting her to compensate?

She put her clothes on and kept the gown she had worn last night carefully hidden. If it was possible, she would not want to wear it again. She felt disgraced and embarrassed when she wore it. It reflected the current state of her reputation.

After mocking herself, she tied her hair up and walked out. She had not forgotten that there was no one else around. There was no maid because she was one.

The door opened, and it stunned her for a moment. It was spick and span outside. Even the floor had been mopped and there were still traces of water.

But who could have done everything?

“Ahh, Mrs. Hanson. You are awake?” A young woman ran in from outside as she wiped her hands on her clothes. Her round face showed some anxiety.

“Mrs. Hanson, I-I am new here. You can call me Maria.”

She lowered her head and smiled shyly. There was a tinge of simplicity about her, not one of a complex mind.

“Mhm, I understand. You can carry on.” Julianna turned and walked back to her room. Susa had left and Maria was her replacement. She had nothing to do.

She sat by the bedside, took her sketchbook out of the drawer and started a new sketch. This time, the man in the drawing was not aloof or smiling. There was a weird confusion about him.

She still couldn’t recall what he had said before he left.

She stood up and drew the curtains back. She gazed out in a daze—the misty autumn colors were a warm yellow and tea. But her heart remained gray.

With her eyes closed, they gradually deposited a sense of indescribable loss.

‘Diego, what was it you wanted? What was it you really want?’

When Diego returned, he saw Julianna eating and his eyes dangerously narrowed. Did she not take his words seriously? He had pushed Anton’s invitation away to rush back home. Yet, here she was, eating. Did she not think about him?

“Do you want some?” Julianna asked once she saw him. She was slightly surprised, but she remembered to move away and offered him her seat. She was not a fussy eater and would eat whatever was available. However, looking at the table of a few simple dishes, would he be able to do the same?

“Have you forgotten what I said?” Diego advanced towards her. This bloody woman. To think he had wanted to treat her better. She really didn’t know what was good for her.

Did she have to do the opposite of what he said and provoke him?

“What did you say?” It confused Julianna . She put her chopsticks down, feeling weird. ‘Did he say anything?’

“Julianna !” Diego definitely raised his voice a notch while Julianna merely stared at him with her innocent eyes. She really couldn’t recall or maybe she did. But what exactly did he say?

Diego closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Otherwise, he might have strangled the woman to her death.

“I told you we were going out for dinner. Now you’ve eaten, what am I supposed to eat?” he said between clenched teeth. This was the first time he lost all poise before a woman. It was also the first time that a woman had not taken his words seriously.

“I’m sorry. I really can’t recall. If you want to eat, I can fetch you a pair of chopsticks.” Julianna stood up and walked into the kitchen. No one could see the look of disappointment as she turned around. She seemed to have missed something. She wondered if she would have another chance.