Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 83: Your Ex-Husband Is So Handsome It Makes People’s Legs Go Weak
"What’s not appropriate?" Evelyn Thorne pouted, her eyes practically rolling to the heavens.
Julian Grant was on the verge of breaking down, "Nothing is appropriate, I’m begging you to spare me!"
"Ha~ You resent me for sleeping with a few of your good pals, don’t you? Haven’t I introduced my besties for you to sleep with too? Yumi, Selina, Dory, and..."
Julian Grant was so furious he almost spat blood, immediately covering her mouth, yelling in a frenzy, "Shut up! Stop spouting nonsense! When did I touch them?"
"..." Josephine Thompson looked utterly dumbfounded.
She couldn’t believe her ears.
Is it really possible in this world for couples to sleep with each other’s friends and not end up as enemies? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Woo woo..." Evelyn Thorne opened her mouth again to bite him hard.
At the same time, her hands unceremoniously...
Monkey steals the peach.
"Ugh—damn—" Julian Grant yelped in pain, his forehead bulging with veins.
Evelyn Thorne, hands on her hips, angrily scolded, "Cough cough~, are you trying to smother me?"
"What’s wrong? Dare to do it but not to admit it? I didn’t even bother to mention it, yet you’re looking down on me!"
"Throwing yacht parties with a dozen yacht babes, did I say anything?"
Finished speaking, she indignantly asked Josephine Thompson to judge, "Ms. Thompson, who played more, him or me?"
"..." Josephine Thompson was embarrassed, unable to utter a single word.
This drama was completely shattering her worldview.
Julian Grant was seething, his face flushed red, utterly disgraced.
He was truly angry, grabbing her collar, "Evelyn Thorne, don’t provoke me into hitting a woman, get lost now."
Afterwards, he forcefully pushed her.
Evelyn Thorne staggered and fell into Josephine Thompson’s arms, "Ahh, Ms. Thompson, help me."
Josephine Thompson furrowed her brows, quickly supporting her, "Julian Grant, how can you be so rough with a girl?"
Julian Grant’s eyes turned red with anger, "Is she a woman? She’s a lunatic crazy lady!"
"Get lost quickly, or I’ll really hit you."
With that, he angrily went to grab her again, trying to throw her out.
Seeing Julian Grant truly enraged.
Evelyn Thorne immediately clung to Josephine Thompson, pretending to be pitiful, "Wuwuwu~, Ms. Thompson, save me."
Josephine Thompson shielded her behind, pushing Julian Grant away, "Julian Grant, don’t act rashly. She’s a girl, you shouldn’t be so rough."
Julian Grant was furious and angry, "Josephine, don’t pay attention to her, she’s really a lunatic."
"You’re the lunatic!"
Josephine Thompson was both amused and exasperated, "Okay, okay, since you’re both here with me, everyone sit down and have some tea, let’s calm down, alright?"
Julian Grant exhaled heavily, reluctantly glaring at Evelyn Thorne, "I’m giving face to Josephine, don’t act crazy anymore."
"Hmph, who’s afraid of whom?"
"Alright, alright, no more arguing, sit down, whatever the issue, let’s discuss it slowly, alright?"
"Come sit over here, I’ve got some freshly arrived quality tea leaves, I’ll prepare some tea for you."
Josephine Thompson said, quickly coaxing the two to sit by the tea table.
She was truly worried they’d start a fight and damage the artifacts on her desk.
"Hmph~"
The two each scoffed at the other, sitting down reluctantly.
On the tea table, a whole set of Kung Fu tea utensils was placed.
Josephine Thompson hurriedly boiled the water.
Then, she opened a can of the finest misty tea, steeping it in a purple clay teapot.
"The tea needs to be rinsed twice, then the fragrance will be the most aromatic, give it a try."
After speaking, she poured the tea into tea cups, offering each person a cup.
Julian Grant took the cup, slowly savoring it.
Evelyn Thorne took the cup too, angrily drinking a few sips.
Josephine Thompson gently coaxed the two as if they were children, "Alright, don’t argue anymore."
"Whatever it is, sit down and talk slowly!"
Julian Grant wore a dark expression, "I have nothing to say to her!"
Evelyn Thorne rolled her eyes at him too, "Hmph~, if it weren’t for my mom forcing me, I wouldn’t bother with you. Who do you think you are? Do you think you’re such a catch?"
Saying this, she haughtily glanced to the side.
In that glance.
She happened to see a photo frame in the glass bookcase.
It was a photo of Josephine Thompson and Nathaniel Gallagher.
Since it was placed in the bookcase, Josephine Thompson hadn’t noticed it, so she hadn’t put it away yet.
This glance immediately attracted Evelyn Thorne’s attention.
"Wow wow wow~, who is the man in the photo?"
Without hesitation, she opened the glass cabinet door, took out the photo frame for closer inspection.
In the photo.
Nathaniel Gallagher appeared dashing, commanding, excessively handsome.
Indeed, Nathaniel Gallagher’s facial features perfectly matched the traditional and modern standards for a handsome man in their culture.
Josephine Thompson saw this and felt a pang in her heart, "Oh~, this photo is meant to be discarded, I haven’t gotten around to it yet."
Saying this, she reached for the photo frame, ready to toss it into the trash.
Evelyn Thorne, clutching the photo as if it were a treasure, protested, "Why discard it? This man is so handsome it makes one’s legs unable to close. Ms. Thompson, who is this?"
Josephine Thompson’s face turned gloomy, but she replied truthfully, "...This is my ex-husband."
"Ah?" Evelyn Thorne looked at her in disbelief.
She had mostly been abroad and didn’t know Nathaniel Gallagher.
"Your...your ex-husband?"
"Yes."
Evelyn Thorne, shocked, gazed at the photo frame, "Tsk tsk tsk, your ex-husband is so handsome? Such a manly look! So much charisma!"
"Look at his eyebrows and nose, my goodness, he must be very fierce in that area?"
"..." Josephine Thompson listened, with a dark expression, feeling as if something was stuck in her throat.
Indeed.
Nathaniel Gallagher’s appearance was outstanding.
Moreover, he had the mature masculinity that perfectly embodied the type Evelyn Thorne admired, captivating her instantly.
Julian Grant listened and couldn’t help but roll his eyes wildly, "What nonsense, is that even called handsome?"
"Is he as handsome as me?"
"You’re not of the same type, I still prefer this manly charisma." Evelyn Thorne, like a sailor discovering new shores, kept her gaze fixed on Nathaniel Gallagher’s photo.
Julian Grant felt a stab of frustration, unwilling to concede, "Don’t I have masculinity? Look at my abs, look at my built chest. Look at my features, what’s inferior to his?"
Evelyn Thorne pouted, teasing him sarcastically, "Shut up, a real handsome man wouldn’t be as talkative as you. More mouth than tea, you lack depth and shrewdness!"
Pfft!
Julian Grant was so enraged he felt like spitting blood.
He believed himself to surpass Nathaniel Gallagher in every aspect.
Yet the woman he tried so hard to win over was effortlessly claimed by Nathaniel Gallagher.
Of course, he was resentful.
"Josephine, tell me honestly, who’s more handsome, me or him?"
