Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 539 My Heart Belongs to Someone (4)_1

But he said nothing, not even a word of thanks.

Rebecca Hughes didn't care whether he would express his gratitude. After placing the coffee in front of him, she wandered around his office until he finished work for the day.

"I really don't understand how a grown man like you would like to drive a red car." Rebecca followed James Horne out of the Office Building to the parking lot. As she slipped into her white Porsche—which was always impeccably clean, indicating her love for cars and how well she maintained hers—she mused aloud.

She had mentioned more than once that it was unsuitable for James Horne to drive a red Audi, feeling that it didn't match his personality. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

James pressed his lips together and remained silent. He opened the car door, climbed in, and drove away.

After leaving the company, he headed straight for Golden Kirin Garden.

It wasn't until he had driven some distance that he realized Rebecca Hughes was still following him toward Golden Kirin Garden. His brows knitted together. What was that woman doing following him?

So, he slowed down his car.

And then—WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Rebecca took the opportunity to overtake his car and, without looking back, triumphantly gave him a thumbs-down gesture. She almost turned his handsome face green with irritation.

He had wanted to ask her why she was still following him, but she had turned it into a car race instead.

Forget it, he thought. Don't bother with her; just pretend she doesn't exist.

Shortly afterward, the two cars—one white and one red—almost simultaneously pulled up in front of the Horne family villa.

The gate of the Horne family villa was unexpectedly open that evening because the Horne family's foremost National Treasure Level figure, Julia Bluen, was strolling in front of it, probably waiting for Glades Horne to come home.

Julia was somewhat surprised to see the red and white cars come to a stop. When she saw that a twenty-four- or twenty-five-year-old girl was sitting in the white Porsche and that the girl had followed James back, she thought the girl was James's girlfriend and couldn't help but smile.

If James had a girlfriend, then her overbearing husband wouldn't have to get jealous for no reason.

James stopped his car only when he saw Julia in front of the gate; he hadn't driven straight into the villa.

He opened the door and stepped out, intending to quickly approach Julia. The evening wind rose, however, making it feel a bit cold. Julia seemed to be wearing very little, and he worried she might catch a chill. However, as he was about to approach her, he suddenly remembered his status and restrained his brisk pace. After getting out of the car, he merely stood in front of the vehicle, looking at Julia with a smile, and spoke in a deep voice, "It's getting windy and cold this evening. Why are you out here instead of inside? My brother will be worried if he sees you like this."

Without his older brother present, he was extremely reluctant to call Julia "sister-in-law," as that title pained his heart.

His cool gaze carried a subtle longing as he etched Julia's appearance deeply into his heart. Having seldom seen her at recent evening gatherings, he hadn't encountered her for many days, and he realized how much he missed her. Even just a glimpse felt rewarding to him.

Knowing he couldn't continue to love, knowing he shouldn't hope for more, his heart was nonetheless difficult to detach, impossible to still.

"James, is that your girlfriend?" Julia walked over to where Rebecca, who had also gotten out of her car, stood. With a friendly smile, Julia extended her hand for a handshake and said, "Hello, I'm James's sister-in-law. My name is..."

"I know your name." Rebecca smiled back, and as they shook hands, she introduced herself. These two women, both somewhat unconventional daughters of elite families, seemed to hit it off immediately, chatting and laughing together, leaving James feeling excluded.

When James heard Julia refer to Rebecca as his girlfriend, his expression immediately darkened. He strode forward, shoved Rebecca back into her car, and said coldly, "Your part is done here; leave immediately and don't follow me back to this place in the future!"

"James, how can you treat your girlfriend like this?" Before Rebecca could react, Julia couldn't help but defend her.

James turned around abruptly, fixing Julia with an exceptionally heavy gaze. That look weighed heavily on Julia's heart; his special regard for her was something she had long known. She had thought he would move on, but unexpectedly...

After staring at Julia for a minute, James emphasized word by word, "She is not my girlfriend! My heart belongs to another; there is only one woman I will love in this lifetime!"

Then, with anguish, he turned around and took heavy steps back to his car. He got in quickly, turned the car around, and instead of driving into the Horne family villa, he decided to leave.

From a distance, the headlights of a familiar Rolls-Royce lit up as it drove toward them.