Julian Lancaster furrowed his brows, his gaze fixed on Nina Sinclair. He watched her slender figure struggling to carry the suitcase, unsure of where she was headed.
He suddenly felt a twinge of compassion.
Upon discovering today that Nina Sinclair was his nephew’s ex-girlfriend, he had blocked her phone number, intending to sever ties with her.
He hadn’t expected to see Nina Sinclair on his way home from work.
To be honest, it was Vincent Lancaster who wronged her, and Nina Sinclair was just a victim. He didn’t need to be angry with her.
Even though they accidentally got married, they should part amicably if they were to dissolve their marriage.
Just as Nina Sinclair was exerting all her effort to lift the suitcase, a strong and sturdy hand suddenly appeared, lifting the suitcase from her grasp.
She looked up and saw Julian Lancaster’s slightly indifferent handsome face.
"Julian Lancaster?" Nina Sinclair exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know I was here?"
"Where are you going?" Julian Lancaster asked.
Nina Sinclair pointed to the apartment at the top of the hill and said, "There, the apartment I just rented today."
Julian Lancaster lifted the suitcase.
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The sound of scattered objects rang out, and a golden copper bell-like object rolled down the stairs.
Nina Sinclair stared blankly at the scattered items.
Light, sexy camisole pajamas, lace thong, three-fingered camisole bras, fishnet stockings, and some unspeakable little toys, mixed in with her underwear and panties...
Except for the normal underwear and panties that were hers, the rest of the items weren’t hers. How did they end up in her suitcase?
Suddenly, Nina Sinclair recalled Sharon Lancaster’s mysterious and excited smile from earlier, and it seemed that everything had an explanation.
Sharon was going to ruin her!
Julian Lancaster’s gaze fell on the ground, his eyes darkening.
Preparing so many shameful things, was she trying to seduce him, to make him a father?
A trace of coldness appeared in his eyes, his handsome face tightened.
The air around them gradually became tense, Nina Sinclair’s face quickly turned red, from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, she almost combusted on the spot.
Passersby nearby glanced at the ground, and some showed meaningful smiles, secretly whispering and pointing: "These young people really know how to play nowadays."
She hurriedly scrambled forward to pick up the items, stuffing them into the suitcase scatteringly.
After collecting for a while, Nina Sinclair finally got the things back in order, and Julian Lancaster handed her a collar with a cold expression, saying, "Your stuff."
"..." Nina Sinclair felt she was going to die of shame.
Would Julian Lancaster think she was preparing these for their ’honeymoon’?
Nina Sinclair wanted to cover her face and cry. All these were secretly stuffed by Sharon Lancaster, she felt utterly wronged.
She squatted down to put the items back in the suitcase, "No, it’s not... listen to me..."
"Let’s go." Julian Lancaster, already holding the suitcase, started walking.
"..." Well, she’d have to take the blame for this.
Watching Julian Lancaster’s tall figure, Nina Sinclair felt like crying but had no tears, she could only follow behind the man with her head down. Meanwhile, she kept a close eye on the suitcase, to prevent it from bursting open again.
Shamefaced, she took out her phone and sent a message to Sharon Lancaster questioning the woman’s mischief.
"Sharon, what did you put in my suitcase!!"