After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 133: She Has the Divorce Certificate—She Really Is Divorced!

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: She Has the Divorce Certificate—She Really Is Divorced!

Vivian: "Are you saying I’m divorced?"

Vivian looked utterly astonished.

How was it possible that she, the person involved, didn’t know anything about it?

"Could there be some kind of misunderstanding?"

Julian Thorne glanced at her.

Although he knew she didn’t mean she didn’t want a divorce, he still squinted and retorted, "Does Miss Sinclair feel... any regret?"

Vivian: "Am I out of my mind?"

"It’s just that this matter is a bit odd."

She couldn’t wait to officially get the divorce certificate with Austin Grant.

But the key was that she didn’t have a divorce certificate in her possession.

And also she and Austin Grant were indeed still in the cooling-off period, so what did the police mean by this?

Julian Thorne called the relevant person at the civil affairs bureau right in front of Vivian.

"Hello, could you retrieve and provide accurate information on Miss Vivian Sinclair’s marital status?"

The person on the other end seemed to know it was Julian Thorne’s phone number and responded respectfully and quickly, "Hello, Mr. Thorne."

"Miss Sinclair’s marital status is confirmed to be divorced and single."

Julian Thorne looked at Vivian and saw her face full of surprise, his mood quickly filled with a feeling called ’delight.’

He didn’t hang up the phone immediately but asked the question Vivian was eager to know: "But she, the party concerned, doesn’t know about this?"

"Is it possible to know who manipulated this on your end?"

The other party hesitated for a moment before carefully choosing their words and replying, "Hello Mr. Thorne, we indeed can’t find further permissions here."

"But this matter was handled three days ago."

"At that time, someone internally operated on this status, and that’s as far as I could find."

"Oh right, Miss Sinclair’s divorce certificate is still at the civil affairs bureau."

"Should we mail it to her, or does she plan to pick it up herself?"

Vivian: !!!

So it’s true!

She has the divorce certificate, she’s really divorced!!!

Vivian herself was shocked ten thousand times!

She still felt like her whole being was floating, without a sense of reality!

"I’ll... I’ll go pick it up myself."

Vivian wanted to put an official end to this marriage, so she planned to go to the civil affairs bureau in person tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, Vivian still felt unreal.

Did she just get divorced like that?

Really divorced!?

Julian Thorne didn’t have much other reaction.

He turned and went into the study, saying, "Since you’re already here, why not come in and do something that should be done."

What should be done?

Vivian obediently followed him in.

She saw Julian Thorne standing by the window with his back to her, his hands busy with something in front of him until he slowly turned around and shrugged off his shirt!

Vivian: !!!

Her eyes were in a state of shock.

"Ah!"

She let out a low cry and covered her eyes.

Her cheeks instantly turned red.

Her mind was filled with Julian Thorne’s perfectly captivating, heart-racing, blushing upper body!

"Mr. Thorne, you, you—"

Julian Thorne: "Did Miss Sinclair forget?"

"Yesterday, when you were going up the steps, you accidentally hurt my wound that hadn’t healed yet."

"So it opened up again and bled."

"Miss Sinclair doesn’t want to take responsibility?"

Vivian: ?

Did he undress because of this?

She slowly squinted her eyes open, and when she looked again, Julian Thorne was already sitting on the couch.

His shirt was completely off, and he was openly showing his upper body, the wound on his shoulder very evident.

On the coffee table in front of him were various medicines and disinfection tools arranged neatly.

Seeing her face blush, Julian Thorne looked at her with a half-smile and asked, "Is Miss Sinclair misunderstanding something?"

Vivian: Can she say it? Misunderstanding that he was trying to seduce her.

She lightly swallowed and forced herself to walk over.

"Heh, nothing..."

"Ahem, since I’m the one responsible, let’s do it."

Vivian tried her best not to look at places she shouldn’t.

But her eyes inevitably first landed on Julian’s abdominals, especially those eight-pack abs.

They must feel nice, right?

The texture must be very firm.

And the lines on his arms, truly captivating.

No, no.

How could she act like a female lech?

If she kept this up, what would he think of her?

Vivian forced herself to focus her gaze on Julian Thorne’s wound.

However, Julian Thorne didn’t miss a single moment her eyes wandered around.

Seeing her seem quite interested in his body, Julian Thorne’s lips curved slightly upward.

"Want to touch?"

Vivian: "What?"

She was dumbfounded.

Did she mishear?

Julian Thorne: "Miss Sinclair, it’s time to get started."

Vivian: Could it be that she misunderstood again?

This time, after forcing herself to focus on Julian Thorne’s shoulder wound, Vivian’s eyes indeed didn’t stray away again.

Because Julian Thorne’s wound was still shocking.

The flesh was still somewhat swollen, and the wound was large.

It was clear that several stitches had been done at the time!

So this is what a gunshot wound looks like.

Vivian Sinclair remembered seeing him that night, lying in bed with a persistent high fever, and felt a sudden heaviness in her heart.

"Mr. Thorne, does this wound still hurt?"

Vivian asked while applying medicine.

Seeing her sullen tone, Julian no longer teased her: "It doesn’t hurt anymore."

Actually, there hadn’t been any bleeding that day either.

He just found an excuse to make her feel guilty.

But now, seeing Vivian’s expression, Julian felt it was pointless.

He raised his hand to cover the wound: "It’s alright, I’ll have Jason and the others handle it."

"You should go rest."

Vivian was deprived of what she was doing. Although puzzled, she just asked: "Really? Then, should I go?"

"Mr. Thorne shouldn’t trouble me about this matter afterwards—"

Before she could finish, Julian suddenly stood up.

Vivian found herself facing his chest, oh no, suddenly facing Julian, and she took a big step back.

It was really nerve-wracking.

She couldn’t be in such close quarters with him again for no reason.

This situation wasn’t good.

She quietly fanned her cheeks with her hand.

As Julian buttoned his shirt, he walked towards the desk.

He took a document and handed it to Vivian: "Sign this."

Vivian took it with a puzzled look: "What is this?"

Julian stared at her and said, "The agreement regarding co-parenting the child."

"The specifics haven’t been fully drafted yet. If you’re willing, you can sign it first."

"Even if there are any parts you’re unhappy with, Miss Sinclair, the agreement can be voided."

So why sign it now?

Vivian wanted to refuse.

Suddenly, she felt alert.

Could there be a trap in this agreement?

But given Julian’s character and way of doing things, he wouldn’t harm her.

Should she just sign it?

Why did it feel like a blind arranged marriage...

Seeing her hesitation, Julian moved closer, close enough to almost touch her, yet just right not to.

Then he asked softly: "Would I deceive you?"

"I also need you to show some commitment, proving that you won’t run away without a trace while carrying my child."

"After all, you are free now."

Vivian: ...

Her heart raced uncontrollably for a moment.

There was a sense... as if he was coaxing and luring her.

And that line ’carrying my child’ stirred an unfamiliar panic in Vivian’s heart.

Obviously, they had no relationship, yet hearing him say it made it feel like there was some indefinable affection...

And, was he afraid she’d run?

Hadn’t she already proven her identity, and no matter how she tried to run, she couldn’t escape his grasp as long as she was in Zethria?

Thinking about this made Vivian feel a bit discouraged.

Having seen Mr. Thorne’s capabilities, even if she didn’t compromise on co-parenting, could she really escape?

Accepting this as reality, Vivian obediently picked up the pen and signed her name decisively.

"Mr. Thorne, I hope we can work well together regarding the child."

After all, Julian agreed for her to have the baby with the condition of co-parenting.

So any further struggling would be meaningless; it was better for her and the babies to seize this opportunity.

Even if Julian regretted it later, this agreement acted as a safeguard for Vivian.

No matter who his wife would be in the future, as long as this agreement existed, they could coexist without conflict.

If Julian later had his own descendants, he might consider the existence of the two children she carried insignificant, and maybe then... she’d truly be free.

Although not knowing when that day would come, there was a faint hope in Vivian’s eyes.

Seeing the emotions in her eyes, Julian wondered what she was plotting in her heart now?

The little girl’s mind was quite intricate.

However, no matter what she calculated, could she outmaneuver him?

Julian Thorne had inherited the entire Thorne Empire at seventeen.

Reaching where he was today, he understood the meaning of ’calculation’ better than anyone.

Among them, the hardest thing was always ’the human heart’.

The human heart was the one thing that couldn’t be calculated.

So, even if he had a thousand ways in mind to win her over quickly, he still wanted to ’take it slow’ initially.

If he rushed, he feared he’d scare her away again.

Julian carefully put away the signed ’agreement’.

"Miss Sinclair, rest assured, we will get along very well."

His confident gaze seemed to carry another implication, and Vivian almost fled in panic.

It was too dangerous.

It seemed she had to quickly end the billion-dollar employment contract with him, and promptly move out of Crestfall Villa, back to her own little home.

The next day, Vivian arrived early at the civil affairs bureau.

Though the doors weren’t open yet, a lot of people were already waiting.

There weren’t many couples there to get married, but quite a few were there for divorces.

However, like Vivian, there was only one person there by herself.

Once it was time, and the doors opened.

Vivian was about to step inside when she suddenly heard a low call from behind: "Vivian!"

Startled, Vivian turned around and saw Austin Grant clutching his chest, striding quickly towards her.