SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 38

“You know that I don’t want you to thank me.” Diego smiled confidently as his lips curved beautifully. It wasn’t a big smile, but one could tell that he was in a good mood now.

Julianna was bewildered. She turned and hugged Diego tightly at his waist without care. Tears of happiness were sliding down her face. Would this necklace really bring her love?

Only time would be able to tell her everything.

This moment was captured by a concerned reporter. In an instant, Julianna became a household name while Diego appeared on the headlines. This time, he was the absolute representation of a good husband, and Julianna’s name was associated with happiness.

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Anton flipped the newspaper inside the CEO’s office at Hanson Company. His left hand was placed under his jaw as he caressed and tapped. “Cousin, look at how tender your smile was. It was so unlike you from the past. Did your face feel numb? Your mouth cramped?”

Diego remained indifferent, too lazy to pay attention.

Anton was not dissuaded by him, and he pushed the newspaper right in front of Diego . He hugged his chest. “You stole my first love.” As he finished talking, he felt a glare targeted at him. That was it. His face froze as he gaped. He hastily put his hand on his mouth and took action to seal his mouth. “I have something to do, so I’m leaving.” He waved his hand as he laughed and made his escape. Of course, his words were meant to be a joke. His heart had fluttered, but it was not the feeling that he wanted.

He did not even know what kind of feeling he was searching for.

The office door closed. It was at this moment when Diego put his pen down. He leaned against his leather swivel chair, putting his whole body weight on it.

There was a photo printed clearly in the newspaper. It was a photo of a man and a woman hugging; Julianna was hugging him. The photo had been taken by then.

There was pure love that moved on her face.

As Diego looked at the photo, his fingers moved to his lips and then shifted to the woman’s face in the photo.

Julianna , I know you must be basking in happiness by now. The happier you are, the faster I can destroy you. He smiled colder and became unpredictable.

At the Hanson villa, Maria picked up the newspaper, opened it, and placed it in front of her. Her eyes widened like those of a cow’s as she took a second look at Julianna, who sat on the sofa.

“Madam, Sir treat you so well.” Her hands were cupping her face. “I have never seen a man treat his wife with such love. Whoa, a 3-million necklace. I wonder how many lifetimes it’ll take me to earn that amount. Hmm, maybe buying a lottery ticket and winning will help.”

Julianna smiled faintly as she took the newspaper from Maria . The headline was a photo of Diego and her. This time, her heart was warmed with happiness. She touched her throat, her fingers gently caressing the pearl necklace. Compared to the necklace, it was the casual tenderness of Diego that she treasured more.

The door opened at that moment. Maria saw the man enter, and she hurriedly went back to work, using that as an excuse. She stuck her tongue out. She had no intention of playing gooseberry. The room was already brightly lit. There was no need for more.

Diego lowered his head as he looked directly at the newspaper in Julianna ’s hands. Then, he sat beside her and carried her into his lap. “Miss me?” With his lips pressed against her ear, his breath felt warm. He was surprised to see her blush. They had done things together, and yet she was still shy with him. Was she being too pure and innocent?

Julianna’s fingers held gently onto his shirt at chest level, not daring to look directly at his masculine face. She felt her heartbeat grow faster. There was no way for her to escape the trap of love, and she had no intention of escaping.

“Do you miss me?” Diego did not hear her response. He nipped at her earlobe, knowing that this was her most sensitive spot. As expected, her face blushed as if she had applied a layer of rouge. It was extremely gorgeous.

“Yes.” Julianna nodded lightly as she answered honestly. She looked up at him with love and longing in her eyes. Of course, she had missed him. She had hoped to be with him every minute, never to be apart from him.

“Ha...” A low and deep laugh rang out. It shocked her sensitive eardrums.

“I’m sorry. I will compensate you well for all that I’ve done to you in the past.” He lifted her slender chin and looked at her soft features with his dark eyes. He was not one to apologize. This was his first time apologizing to a woman and saying he was sorry.

Julianna shook her head faintly. “It’s okay. I don’t want your compensation. I did everything willingly.” She pulled his hand and put it against her face. “I don’t care about what you’ve done to me in the past. I know you have your reasons.” She rubbed his palm gently. His hand was huge, and there were calluses among his fingers. It did not feel like this hand belonged to a man who had grown up with a privileged background.

“You are really foolish,” he replied, unsure of whether it was a sigh. Something then flashed past Diego’s eyes as his hand caressed her very soft face.

“Yes, I am foolish.” Julianna laughed as a look of warmth showed from between her long eyelashes. She was not one to hold grudges. If she did, then she had to haggle over too many things. From childhood to adulthood, all the hatred and injustice was enough to bury her. Even her best friend, Abigail, had said that she was a fool. A real fool.

She had not owed anyone, but she had given so much.

Evelyn, Diana, and even Diego .

“The more foolish you are, the better. I like the way you are.” Diego lowered his head and rested his jaw on the top of her head. The warm light fell on both of them. It had been too long since he had rested like this.

The more foolish, the better. Yes. The more foolish, the better.

‘Like.’ Julianna ’s heart skipped a beat. It was not love, but it was close enough. She had finally got there, didn’t she?

She had been waiting for her ‘little brother’ for so many years and loved him for so long.

“Ah Diego, when was the first time you met Diana?” She looked up abruptly, looking slightly anxious and worried.

Diego ’s eyes narrowed for a bit. “Why are you asking this?” He had a faintly cold smile. He did not want her to mention Diana at this point of time, and he did not want to know anything about Diana. Diana remained a barrier between them that they could not cross.