There He Is Again, My Ex-Husband (Julian and Amelia)

Chapter 174 Come to My Room

"This is too much!" Emelia gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go to negotiate with him!"

Nina wanted to stop her, but Emelia hung up the phone out of fury.

Nina wanted to say, even if Emelia wanted to quarrel with him, she wasn't a match for him at all. In the

first place, he wasn't on the same level as him in terms of scheming. Now that he had spent quite a bit

of effort, how could he possibly be able to defeat?

Emelia hung up Nina's phone and called Julian. However, before calling, she released his number from

the blacklist.

The call was quickly connected. Emelia said angrily, "Julian, did you deliberately ask someone to

release the video last night?"

The man's voice was lazy and low. On the phone, he asked knowingly, "What do you mean? I don't

understand."

This was the first time she had heard of Emelia's rage. This was the first time that she knew that Julian

wasn't an ordinary shameless person.

Emelia was so angry that she didn't know what to say. "Come to my room now."

"What?" Emelia had always been mild. At this moment, she couldn't help but be enraged by Julian's

words.

How dare he let her go to his room?

Wasn't he afraid that she would scratch his face?

Julian said as if nothing had happened, "Aren't you questioning me about what happened last night?

Come to my room and let's talk."

Emelia suppressed her anger and said, "Let's talk in the coffee shop downstairs."

Julian refused her proposal without hesitation. "No."

After a pause, Julian added, "My room number is 1802."

Emelia held her phone tightly and took a deep breath. After hanging up, she got out of bed and washed

up first.

Twenty minutes later, Emelia appeared at the door of Julian's room. After all, this matter had to be

resolved. The best way was to quickly find someone to remove this trending news.

Even though the matter had already exposed, but the power of money was infinite. As long as Julian

wanted to withdraw, he would definitely withdraw it with his financial resources.

Emelia rang the doorbell, and Julian came to open the door for her.

Before Emelia could say a word after entering, Julian stretched out his hand towards her. "Give me

your phone."

"What do you want my phone for?" Emelia didn't want to give it to him.

Julian said angrily, "Get out of the blacklist on WhatsApp, and don't try to delete my contact again in the

future."

Emelia was furious. "Is this a threat?"

He must have figured out the purpose of her visit, so he deliberately made such demands.

Julian didn't say a word and stretched out his hand to her.

It was not easy for him to have such a chance to control her. Naturally, he would not give up so easily.

It could even be said that all of this was within his plan.

Emelia took a step back. He took out his phone and said. "Alright."

Julian glanced at his phone and got up with satisfaction.

Emelia stood in the living room of Julian's suite. She raised her head to look at what he was about to

say, only to find that his clothes were in disarray. His body was wrapped in the hotel bathrobe, but his

collar was loose as if it could be opened at any time.

As someone who had been in close contact with him for three years, Emelia knew better than anyone

how perfect his body was. He had always been self-disciplined and restrained. How could he allow his

body to be imperfect?

His figure, which was wrapped in a suit and leather shoes all day long, was the kind of bodybuilding

and strength that only mature men in their thirties had. Every time Emelia, who was wrapped under

him, couldn't help falling in love with him.

At this moment, Emelia didn't even know what she was thinking. She actually thought of such a

ridiculous scene for no reason.

The heat on her face rose quickly. She quickly opened her eyes and said, "You'd better change your

clothes first."

As soon as he came in, he asked for her phone, but she didn't notice that his clothes were in disarray.

Julian glanced at her red ears and leaned closer to her. He asked in a magnetic voice, "Are you sure

you want me to get changed?"

His tone was very ambiguous, as if she was obsessed with his disheveled look. Emelia snapped, "Yes

and very sure."

The failure of the handsome man's plan made him sad. A trace of disappointment flashed across

Julian's face.

In the past, she was very obsessed with his body. Sometimes, when she was experiencing the greatest

thrills and pleasure, she would boldly caress his abs and say, "Julian, you've got such a great body/"

Would he ask her if she liked it when he was in a good mood. She would narrow her eyes and nod

quickly. Then she would cling to his shoulder and press her body tight against his.

Early in the morning, recalling the past life with Emelia, he suddenly felt extremely tense.

He said to Emelia in a hoarse voice, "I haven't taken a shower yet, so you have to wait a little longer."

In fact, he had washed, but now he continued to take a bath to cool down.

Emelia walked to the side and said, "Sure, I have enough time."

She had finished washing up and it was still early to go to the hospital, so she didn't mind waiting for

him to dress up.

As he was taking a shower in the bathroom, Emelia hurriedly lowered her head to look at his phone,

trying hard to shake off the image in her mind.

About ten minutes later, Julian finally came out of the bathroom and slowly walked into the bedroom to

change clothes.

A short while later, another voice rang out from within the bedroom. "Emelia, come in."

"What's the matter?" Emelia didn't want to go in. That was the bedroom, and he was still changing

clothes.

Julian replied lazily, "Help me choose a tie."

Emelia remembered how he had tried to help him manage his clothes at the very beginning of his

marriage, but he disliked. He lowered his eyes and said self-deprecatingly, "My taste is too bad. I won't

choose."

He disliked her when they were married. Now that they were divorced, he asked her to choose a tie for

him. Didn't it was ironic?

Julian's voice came from the bedroom. "As long as you pick it for me, it's gonna be good."

Although Julian's words sounded nice, it was incomparably ironic to Emelia.

If it weren't for their past, she might have obsessed with Julian's current sweet words.

However, after being hurt, in the face of this sort of situation, Emelia calmly said. "Mr. Hughes, you

weren't like this before. In the past, every time I helped you choose, you would always have a look of

disdain on your face."

In his bedroom, Julian fell silent.

After a while, he came out of the bedroom. He was already dressed neatly and had a tie.

He was so serious in that pure-black suit. Emelia tried her best not to look at him, but to calm down as

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Julian walked over to her and stood in front of her, saying in a low and serious voice, "In the past, I was

ignorant of how good you—"

Emelia didn't want to hear him say any more nonsense, so she interrupted him and said, "You'd better

tell me how to deal with the video."

Julian had so much to confess, but he had clearly sensed Emelia's aloofness.