Nina Sinclair witnessed a great scene and was in a good mood.
She left Zenith and went back to her apartment, stopping by the market to buy things on the way home.
Tonight she planned to celebrate well, but didn’t know what Julian Lancaster liked to eat. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
She only discovered that Julian Lancaster didn’t like green peppers, but didn’t see him being picky about anything else, as if he had no taboos.
Suddenly, Nina Sinclair realized that subconsciously, she was always thinking about this man, even starting to pay attention to his dietary preferences, which was indeed a bit strange.
But these were all subconscious behaviors.
Although she could cook, Vincent Lancaster had always looked down on her cooking skills, preferring to eat at Western restaurants outside, thinking it was classy. Vincent had never eaten anything she made.
Since living with Julian Lancaster, he had cleaned his plate every time, greatly encouraging her enthusiasm for cooking.
Her lips unconsciously curved upward.
Nina Sinclair bought quite a lot of things and was struggling a bit to carry them.
Now it seemed that she was like a busy little wife preparing hot meals for her husband coming home from work. She felt happy and didn’t find it hard at all.
After leaving the market, Nina Sinclair was hesitating whether to take a taxi or public transportation when suddenly a car stopped in front of her.
She looked up and saw Julian Lancaster sitting in the driver’s seat.
"Why are you here?" Nina Sinclair looked at him with surprise and joy.
"Didn’t see you at home." Julian Lancaster said lightly.
Actually, Julian had been following her since she left Zenith. When he saw her entering the market, he didn’t follow her inside but waited outside for her, so he could appear in front of her so timely.
Nina Sinclair was a bit touched, not expecting Julian Lancaster to come and pick her up specially. She opened the car door, put everything in, and sat in the passenger seat.
The car started, heading towards the apartment.
Julian Lancaster drove with ease, his profile was perfect, and when the setting sun poured through the window, it fell on his face, giving an unreal but breathtakingly handsome look.
This man’s features were overly outstanding, incomparable to Vincent Lancaster.
Nina Sinclair felt like she might have found a treasure.
Though he was just a contractual husband, he was still hers now, indeed a treasure trove.
Thinking of Vincent Lancaster’s ridiculous antics today, she couldn’t help but share her joy with Julian Lancaster: "Did you see what happened between Vincent Lancaster and Sierra Sinclair today? They were so miserable today."
Seeing the troubles of those two jerks, she was truly delighted inside.
Julian Lancaster turned his head, his deep gaze falling on Nina Sinclair, watching her eyes curve into crescents and a smile forming at her lips, he unconsciously smiled along.
He replied, "I saw it."
"They had it coming, acting so high and mighty; of course, they got a taste of their own medicine!"
"Let’s see if they dare to act pretentious in front of me next time."
With someone sharing the mood, the smile on Nina Sinclair’s lips didn’t fade.
Soothing music flowed inside the car, the sunset was just ahead, burning red and dazzling.
Nina Sinclair felt this was the most relaxed she had been since coming to Veridia.
Thankfully, she met Julian Lancaster.
At this moment, Nina Sinclair noticed a few documents in the car’s center console. She casually picked them up and glanced at them.
Unexpectedly, she saw the name on the car’s registration was Felix Ford?
Julian Lancaster saw her picking up those documents and wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
Nina Sinclair furrowed her brows slightly.
Seeing this, Julian Lancaster cleared his throat and explained, "I borrowed money from Felix Ford to buy the car. Until I’ve repaid it, the car remains in his name."
Hearing this, Nina Sinclair’s expression darkened a bit, disapprovingly she said, "Felix Ford is not well off, he has so many people to support at home, how could you borrow money from him!"
"I’ve already paid it back, just haven’t had time to transfer the ownership."
Upon hearing this, Nina Sinclair’s expression softened considerably, she said, "Then you should hurry to transfer it, otherwise it might be difficult to define responsibility if something happens."
Julian Lancaster felt that he was probably about to own the cheapest car of his life.