SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 39

“Oh, it was nothing.” Julianna forced a smile and pinched her right fingers with her left hand. There was an instant when she had really wanted to tell him that she was the one whom he had met over ten years ago. Not Diana.

Would he believe her?

“Julianna , I don’t want to hear you talk about matters regarding Diana in the future. Do you understand?” The look in Diego’s eyes got more serious. He put his hand above her eyes, blocking all the lighting from her.

Julianna nodded her head obediently. “I’m sorry. I won’t ever do that again.” Diego was satisfied, but he missed the sadness that was in her eyes.

She cowered slightly and leaned closer to him. She was definitely hurt, but she remained stubborn and stayed with him.

“Are you cold?” Diego hugged the woman’s small and weak frame tightly in his arms. He had noticed her shudder and felt it, but right now, she had brought up a taboo topic which was his weak spot. Even one as tough as him had a weakness.

He had almost forgotten everything earlier. All he wanted was to sit like that with her and forget everything.

No. Julianna moved closer to his chest as her hand reached out for her own neck. It was the same strand of pearl necklace, but she felt something choking her by the neck, making it difficult to breathe.

“Little liar. You are obviously cold.” His fingers slid across her chin, and then he pinched her face. He realized that her face was softer than any of the women he had ever met, like tofu.

This soft and pale skin did not cause any damage. Its beauty was natural and flawless.

“I didn’t. I have never lied to anyone.” Julianna shook her head. Although she said that, the gloomy feeling he had felt earlier was swept away by her little lies like that.

This man could really land someone in hell in one second... and bring the same person into heaven the next. Such unpredictable emotions caused her to be frightened that she might suffer a heart attack.

“Aren’t you a little liar who said one thing and meant another?” He gave her button nose a pinch. His eyes were oozing with faint pampering and a loving look. A little of that was enough to make a woman live and die for him. Especially one like Julianna , who had lost everything just by loving him.

As for him, he had known that this woman totally belonged to him. Her body, heart, mind, and soul.

Julianna ’s eyelashes fluttered. She hugged him tightly at his waist, refusing to let go. Telling herself that this wasn’t a dream. It really wasn’t a dream.

Their lives at this moment seemed to have stopped at happiness. There were no arguments, no hatred, and no Diana. There was only a touch of happiness.

In reality—to put it frankly, Diego was not a good lover. He was naturally aloof, and it became habitual. However, Julianna could feel that he was trying very hard to make an effort.

He would frequently buy her a different kind of flower each time. Actually, she did not tell him that her favorite was that bouquet of bellflowers.

Mr. and Mrs. Hanson visited often. They were pleased to see Julianna and Diego living in harmony. At times, they would stay for dinner. The hours of their visit grew longer. They liked Julianna ; she was a simple girl with no agenda behind everything she did. She conveyed her true feelings through her actions, like cooking a few dishes, a small gift, or a few caring words. It might not have meant much, but it was very thoughtful.

For someone like Mr. and Mrs. Hanson, who had no lack of anything, preferred to receive gifts at times, no matter how little.

Occasionally, she would make or draw the gifts herself.

Song Wan would sometimes stare at Julianna ’s stomach with a lot of expectation in her eyes.

“Ah Diego, when are you planning to make a grandchild for me to hold?” She said bluntly with some urgency. Her friends’ sons had gotten married, and they had grandchildren to play with. When she and her husband were at home, they might run out of topics to talk about, regardless of how much they spoke. Eventually, they would end up staring at each other.

This explained why they were envious.

Julianna lowered her head as her expression showed uneasiness. Her fingers spread across her stomach subconsciously, and she chewed on her lip. She could taste her tears which had fallen unknowingly. It was so bitter.

She might lose her happiness at any moment.

“Mom, we just got married not too long ago. There were no plans to have children so soon. Let us spend a couple of years enjoying our lives together. Rest assured that you will have your grandson or granddaughter.” Diego grabbed Julianna by her waist in one swoop. He had never hidden his intimacy with Julianna in front of his parents.

Lorraine glared at her son. He might not feel rushed, but they did. Her friends’ grandchildren were old enough to mind their own business, but she had no idea when hers was coming or when she could hold her soft and fair grandson or granddaughter.

Diego lowered his head and looked at Julianna who was in his arms. He was surprised to see drops of tears in her hair. Why was she crying?

After his parents left, Diego lifted his face and saw her red eyes. There was evidence of her crying earlier, but she was smiling now. The smile was forced, and he felt his heart ached for her.

“Why are you crying?” He put his hand on her face and tried to see how she felt through her eyes. There was only pain besides the tearing.

“Nothing.” Julianna shook her head faintly and leaned against his chest, “Ah Diego, will you be disappointed with me if I can’t conceive?”

His fingers paused. Did she know something?

“Are you suspecting your husband’s ability?” He put his hand on her hair. Weirdly enough, he really wanted to find out what it would be like for them to have a child. Would the child resemble him or her?

He quickly banished that impossible emotion.

That was not possible.

Julianna smiled and evaded the question. That smile was filled with sadness. Of course, she had no doubts about his capability. She was only doubting herself.

She sighed faintly as she continued to circle her arms around his waist. She could taste the bitterness in her mouth.

Diego narrowed his eyes and stared at the unmoving woman in his arms. He knew she loved him. He would only know the extent of her love after he put her through his tests. He pursed his lips lightly. Something dark went past his eyes, but it was gone in a flash.

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Diego grew somber as he stood in the hospital, with a cigarette in his hand. He exhaled rings of smoke as he stared at the doctor before him. “Can she be cured by any chance?”

The doctor cowered because the man’s eyes were so cold and piercing. He saw the man once on a daily basis, and he couldn’t help but shudder. It was comparable to seeing the boss of a triad who was there for a fight. If he was not careful, the boss would break his neck.