SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 33

He did not realize that he had used the word ‘future’. She was the second woman he used it on, other than Diana .

She made a few simple side dishes and two bowls of porridge. The living room was filled with a light fragrance, making his thumb twitch and his appetite increase. Even though they were only simple homemade dishes, he could not help but like the taste. He thought he liked to eat extremely spicy food, but he realized he was wrong. He actually liked dishes that had a light taste with minimal seasoning the best.

Julianna put a large bowl in front of him, but Diego kept staring at the small bowl in her hand. She blinked lightly and lowered her head in confusion.

“Is that not enough for you?” She smiled ever so innocently. Then, she stood up and poured half of the porridge from her bowl into his.

“I’ll give half of mine to you if that’s not enough. I’m not that hungry.” She had laughter in her eyes. If he really wanted more, she was okay with not eating.

“No, that’s enough.” Diego picked up the bowl in his hand and started eating gracefully. Did she think he was a pig? To be able to finish a meal for two—though, he really could.

Julianna looked at him with a radiant and gentle smile. No matter where he was, he would always be the center of attention because of his good upbringing.

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“I’m going to work.” He stood up. Julianna passed him his briefcase, but Diego just furrowed his eyebrows slightly, not moving from where he was standing.

“What’s wrong? Did you forget something?” Julianna searched around. Did he really forget something?

“You’re the one who forgot something, not me. Miss Julianna , have you forgotten that you’re someone’s wife?” Diego crossed his arms as he stood. All his female partners in the past clung to him, kissing him and not willing to let him go... while she was seemingly chasing him out.

It made him extremely displeased.

Julianna’s mind was still a little blank. What did she forget? It was not as if she did not know that this was the first day she was really his wife.

Diego walked up to her and placed a hand on Julianna’s shoulders, kissing her slightly opened lips fiercely and taking away all her senses wildly.

“Miss Julianna , remember.” His lips landed on the lips that had another layer of red on them. “This is the morning kiss you should give to your husband.” His expression was deep, his features holding his always-reserved confidence.

“Did you remember, hmm?” He drew back his fingers, and Julianna nodded her head immediately. Her face had a light blush. Her innocence showed through her shyness.

She was already married but was still so innocent. It was not clear where she got her personality.

Diego looked at her again and then walked out. He glanced at his watch. It would be eight o’clock sharp when he reached the office.

Julianna stared at the door in a daze for a long time. A hand of hers reached out to her lips. So this was what happiness felt like. It seemed like heaven could not even compare.

She walked back to her own room and sat on the bed. The room was filled with his scent—warm and safe, making her long for him.

She took out her sketchbook from the drawer and drew a portrait of an unusually familiar man again with a few strokes for the outline and some simple lines. The man on the paper had eyes as deep as the ocean, but his face held an indescribable gentleness. If the word ‘gentle’ could be applied to him, that would be it.

She closed the sketchbook and looked at the huge wedding picture on the wall. She did not know why, but she felt uneasiness in her heart. She could not put her finger on it.

It was as if all she had now was not real and did not belong to her.

She patted her face softly, a masculine scent still lingering between her lips. He had said that they needed time. Then, she would give him time. No matter how much time he needed, she was willing to wait.

No matter how long.

She pressed her sketchbook to her chest. It’s just that... she placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed it gently. Between the light touches of her fingers, her heart ached slightly.

She really wished to bear a child that resembled him, but it seemed impossible in this life.

There was an immense sorrow on her face, but she raised her lips into a smile with a lot of effort. It was alright, as long as she had him... as long as he did not dislike her.

Would he?

She was not sure.

She stood up and kept her sketchbook gently. It was her treasure. If she lost it, she would be very distressed.

At the same time, in the office of the CEO of the Hanson Group, Anton would raise his head to look at Diego from time to time. It was as if there was a morning glory blooming on his head at that time.

Diego threw the ink pen in his hand. “What are you looking at? Was your brain caught between the doors?” His voice was still cold and hard, but Anton just placed his hands under his chin in thought. He then reached his hand out, intending to touch Diego’s forehead. Diego’s body moved backward and dodged his hand.

Anton let out a laugh and pulled back his hand awkwardly, putting it on his own forehead instead. It was not hot. The problem lay with him.

“Cousin, I realized you’re acting abnormally.” His words made Diego give him a cold stare, icy and cold. Anton smiled in a way that made Diego feel like punching him and said, “It’s true, cousin. You didn’t realize, but you actually dazed off. You even smiled! Even though it was just the edge of your lips that lifted, I saw everything clearly.” He pointed at his eyes, in case Diego did not believe him.

“Both my eyes saw that.”

“Anton, is your workload too light?” Diego crossed his arms across his chest. In this world, only this i***t Anton dared to provoke and make fun of him.

“Don’t think that I can’t do anything to you just because you call me ‘brother’!” His threat made Anton shiver uncontrollably.

Anton pouted and raised both his hands in surrender.

“Brother, my dear brother. I was wrong. I won’t say that again.” It was better for him to act a little smarter. His elder cousin’s heart was made of stone, and when it was hard, he was heartless even towards his own relatives. He would not even take into account the blood relationship he had with his younger cousin.

“Oh.” Anton suddenly thought of some serious business. “Cousin, there’s an auction taking place tonight. Are you going? I heard there are some exceptional items tonight that you might like.”

Diego put down the pen in his hand, something indescribable flashing across his face briefly. An auction?

Anton shuddered involuntarily. It was the sense of unpredictability again. His cousin must be plotting something to deal with someone again.

He picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number.