Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 99: I’ll Be Her Husband Someday

He held his breath, deliberately ignoring her.

After more than ten minutes passed.

She sent another apology message:

[Are you really ignoring me?] followed by a few teary-eyed emojis.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s emotions were conflicted, and he coldly replied to her with a voice message: "Josephine Thompson, what exactly do you mean? Are you still not done messing with me?"

Soon.

A message came again from the other side:

[I really wasn’t messing with you, I genuinely like you. Today’s events were truly a misunderstanding, and one day I will clarify everything to you. In any case, please don’t be mad at me, okay?]

After the text, there was another series of pitiful emojis.

Nathaniel Gallagher stared at the message, reading it over and over for two or three minutes.

Even though he was still fuming inside.

But seeing her apologize so cautiously, his anger subsided quite a bit.

Though his anger lessened, his jealousy surged.

The fact that she could so quickly fall into Julian Grant’s arms almost drove him insane with anger.

[Please don’t be mad anymore, okay? I want to kiss and hug you, forgive your precious one, okay?]

Nathaniel Gallagher saw this and angrily replied:

[You already have someone new, why are you bothering with me? Damn it.]

On the other side.

Evelyn Thorne looked at the message he sent, feeling conflicted and anxious.

She knew she shouldn’t have used Josephine Thompson’s identity to flirt with him.

But unfortunately...

She had added him with her own WeChat account several times.

He never approved, always acting cold and distant.

She had no choice but to secretly use Josephine Thompson’s phone. Pretending to be Josephine, she sent him her secondary account.

[Who told you I have someone new? He’s been pestering me, and I can’t shake him off. It’s not my fault I’m so charming.]

"Whoosh--"

The message was sent again.

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at the message, feeling somewhat relieved.

Indeed, she is very dedicated in relationships and wouldn’t accept another man so quickly.

It must be Julian Grant constantly hitting on her.

That son of a gun.

He needs to be ’taught a good lesson’ on how to behave.

[Won’t you just ignore him then?]

[I’m sorry, I won’t pay attention to him anymore, I’ll only focus on you, okay? Kiss kiss.]

[Trying to sweet-talk me again?]

[I’m serious, I really, really like you. Please don’t be mad, okay?]

Nathaniel Gallagher finished reading the message, feeling both amused and annoyed.

He purposely left her hanging for half an hour before replying: [Just this once, don’t let it happen again.]

Evelyn Thorne received the message, she instantly beamed with joy and sent him several kiss emojis.

Then, she mused to herself: "Sigh~, my dream boy, I truly like you a lot."

"I can’t help it, you’re so aloof, I had to use your ex-wife’s identity to flirt with you."

"Ugh~, but this can’t go on forever! He always mistakes me for Ms. Thompson, and I can’t get close to him this way!"

"Never mind, I’ll just enjoy this feeling of being in love with my dream boy for now. Besides, with my charms, once we meet, he’ll definitely like me too."

...

The Antiquarian Market.

Josephine Thompson entered the studio, not daring to waste time.

She quickly placed the bronze tripod and colorful sculpture on the workbench.

Then, she wholeheartedly focused on the restoration work.

An hour later.

The bronze tripod was almost complete, only the final step remained.

"Hmm~, just one more step to recolor, and it will be finished."

She put down her tools, preparing to go to the storage to find the specialized recoloring tools.

"Click!"

She opened the studio door and walked out.

As she passed through the living room.

She instinctively glanced at the sofa.

Julian Grant was curled up on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

He was too tall, and the sofa too small, his legs couldn’t stretch out. Maybe because of the cold, he huddled closely, wrapping himself tight, with only his coat covering him.

Seeing this, Josephine Thompson inexplicably felt a pang of sourness in her heart.

Someone like him, from such a prestigious family.

There’s really no need to put himself through this.

"Julian Grant, you really don’t have to do this..."

Afraid he’d catch a cold, she quickly turned up the heating temperature.

Then, she found a thick cashmere blanket and carefully covered him with it.

After covering him.

She couldn’t help but glance at the bruises on his face, swollen and purple. His hair was messy, covering half his handsome face.

For her, he had already had two fights with Nathaniel Gallagher.

She sighed gently, preparing to leave.

Julian Grant furrowed his brow and woke up.

"Hmm~, Josephine, what’s up..."

He opened his eyes bleary-eyed, instinctively trying to sit up.

"It’s nothing, nothing. Go back to sleep!"

Julian Grant, still sleepy-eyed, asked, "Are you done?"

"Not yet, it might take another three to four hours. Why don’t you go back to the hotel to rest?"

Julian Grant shook his head after hearing that, "No need, I’m fine sleeping here."

After speaking, he noticed the cashmere blanket covering him, feeling warmth in his heart, "Josephine, was it you who gave me the blanket?"

"Mmm~"

Julian Grant tightly held onto the blanket, smiling ambiguously, "Hehe~, were you afraid I’d catch a cold?"

Josephine Thompson furrowed her delicate brows, avoiding the question, "I better get back to work."

After speaking, she quickly turned and left.

About Julian Grant.

She feels like once bitten by a snake, she’ll be afraid of ropes for ten years.

He...

Looks just like a playboy, a big jerk.

Moreover, with someone like Nathaniel Gallagher, pretending to be a love-struck wolf.

She’s really scared.

At least for the next few years, she probably won’t dare touch relationships.

...

A little later.

She goes back to the workbench, adjusts her state, and starts to work diligently again.

This week, she must restore these two relics.

Next week, she plans to go back to Audenburg.

Firstly, to take Julian Grant to see the Ancient God, and secondly, to find a cultural heritage embroiderer to help her complete the restoration of the Plain Silk Robe.

In the blink of an eye,

it’s already six in the afternoon.

"Doo doo doo..."

Her phone rings.

Josephine Thompson picks up her phone to look, it’s Shane Lynch calling.

"Hey~, Lynch."

On the other end, Shane Lynch’s gentle and gentlemanly voice comes through, "Thompson, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I’m in the studio right now, restoring that Western Ancient Dynasty Colored Glaze Terracotta Warrior."

Shane Lynch: "Perfect timing, I’m passing by your company. I wanted to invite you to dinner and also bring you some archaeology review materials."

Hearing this, Josephine Thompson subconsciously checks the time.

Indeed, it’s time for dinner.

"Lynch, I have two friends here. If we go out to eat, they might join us, is that okay with you?"

"...I see, well... It’s no problem at all!"

"Alright, I’ll head down now, it’ll be about twenty minutes."

"Okay, okay."

Josephine Thompson hangs up the phone and finishes up her work.

Then, she leaves the studio.

Julian Grant had already woken up.

Seeing her come out, he immediately stands up with a smile, "Josephine, done with work? I’m starving, shall we go eat?"

Josephine Thompson nods, "Julian Grant, there’s a friend waiting for me downstairs. I made plans with him for dinner! I’m calling Evelyn to see if she’s chosen her antiques."

Julian Grant hears this, his smile fades, "Your friend? Male or female?"

"Male."

Julian Grant isn’t pleased hearing this, "Just a regular friend?"

"Mm, someone you’ve met before."

Julian Grant frowns, "Someone I’ve met?"

"Yeah, the translator who joined me for the exhibition speech in Caldwen last time."

Julian Grant thinks about it for a moment, suddenly relieved, "Oh~, it’s him? No problem then!"

He had met Shane Lynch.

Shane Lynch wore large black-framed glasses, looked scholarly and mild, a typical bookworm.

Plus, just an ordinary worker. So, no threat.

"Doo doo doo..."

Josephine Thompson calls Evelyn Thorne.

"Hey, Ms. Thompson."

"Evelyn, where are you now?"

On the other end, the crisp sound of heels clicking is heard, "I’m heading to your office now."

"Oh, alright! Have you picked any suitable antiques?"

"Mm, I looked at a few, all seem good. Let’s go through them later to decide, if they’re okay, I’ll take them all."

"...Alright, I’ve got dinner plans with friends, care to join?"

"Sure, sure, the more the merrier."

"Alright then, wait by the office entrance, and Julian and I will head down."

"Okay, okay."

The phone hangs up.

Josephine Thompson puts on her coat, grabs her bag and car keys, "Julian, let’s go down!"

Julian Grant sighs blandly, "Honestly, I just wanted to have dinner with you alone."

"Huh?"

"But it’s fine, meeting your friends is nice too."

Hearing this, Josephine Thompson doesn’t say much and leads him out the door.

Just as the two exited the office,

Evelyn Thorne rushed over, affectionately wrapping her arms around Josephine Thompson, "Ms. Thompson, what are we eating?"

Josephine Thompson stiffens, instinctively wanting to push her away, "Uh~, there’s a private kitchen nearby, shall we eat there?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Sure!"

"Let’s go!"

The three head to the parking lot.

Shane Lynch, who drove an Audi, was standing beside his car waiting.

Seeing Josephine Thompson coming out of the elevator, he quickly greets her, "Thompson, I’m here..."

"Alright." Josephine Thompson smiles, waving at him.

Seeing Julian Grant and Evelyn Thorne, Shane Lynch’s smile freezes momentarily, a bit stunned.

He thought her friends would be as gentle as her.

Unexpectedly, they were two...

Josephine Thompson gets in front of him, "Let me introduce, this is Shane Lynch, my senior."

Then she introduces Julian Grant, "This is Julian Grant, my college mate."

"And this is Evelyn Thorne..."

Before she could finish, Julian Grant unexpectedly interrupts, smiling at Shane Lynch, "Wrong, I’m her first boyfriend and future husband."

"..." Shane Lynch is even more dumbfounded.

Evelyn Thorne haughtily huffs, "I am his first girlfriend and will be his future wife."

"...uh!" Shane Lynch instinctively adjusts his glasses, feeling utterly puzzled.