My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 223 Brandon's Anger

Julien wanted to say that he fell in love with Lyra because of her wonderful personality revealed through the letters.

Yet the words disappeared as they reached Julien’s mouth.

Did Lyra have a wonderful personality?

Of course, her alternate personality did not, but Julien realized that even Lyra herself had no good qualities. On the other hand, she had many shortcomings such as pettiness, and was always calculative.

The Lyra he knew today was completely different from the one he knew through the letters. The lively, kind, and wonderful pen pal was not found in Lyra at all.

Julien suddenly realized that he could not say that he loved her. However, he swore to make her happy for the rest of her life.

Even if he did not love her, he would not give up on her.

Unless Lyra was not his pen pal. Would that be possible?

Self-mockery flashed across Julien's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He took a glass of wine from a waiter that walked past them and said, "There's no reason. Love just happened.”

"Please forgive me for being blunt, but for a man like you, you really shouldn’t have fallen in love with someone like Ms. Madden. I think you're very clear about what kind of person Ms. Madden is." Mrs.Leigh twirled her wine glass as she stared at him.

Julien pursed his lips. "I know, but I have also made a promise.”

"Mr. Flint, you're indeed a man of your words. But I still hope that you can leave Ms. Madden. She isn't suitable for you, and nor is she compatible with you. She's nothing in comparison to your ex- wife. The most important thing is that she might make a huge mistake someday that even you will not be able to help her. I hope you think this through.” After Mrs.Leigh said that, she turned around and left.

She said these all for the sake of Julien's grandmother. When Mrs. Leigh was young, she was bullied by her mother-in-law and it was Old Madam Flint who stood by her back then. She had to take care of Julien for his grandmother.

However, it was up to Julien if he could accept it.

Julien looked at Mrs. Leigh's silhouette and his eyes darkened, seemingly deep in thought.

After a short while, he finished the wine in his glass and sent Sydney a text message. [Sorry about what happened tonight.]

Sydney was in the car, talking to Layden when she heard a notification. She fished out her phone and frowned.

Cayden saw her change in expression through the rearview mirror and asked, "Sydney, who’s that?''

"Julien Flint," Sydney said.

Luke, who was in the passenger seat, quickly turned his head. "What does he want?"

"I don’t know. He sent me a message. Let me take a look." Sydney opened his message.

When she saw what was written, she sneered.

Luke grabbed her phone in curiosity and rolled his eyes. "He's apologizing for Lyra again. Within the last few months, I even lost count of how many times he had done that. I'm sick of it. Darling, let me reply to him." Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

As he said that, he started typing. [If you really feel sorry, then send Lyra to jail. Your apologies mean nothing without actions. Stop trying to make yourself feel better.]

Luke then gave the phone back to Sydney. "How is it, Darling? Did I do well?"

"Not bad." Sydney encouraged him.

Luke was so happy that he could die.

Cayden rolled his eyes at him and said, "Sydney, I can do it too." "I believe you, but you should keep your eyes on the road. Stop looking around, it’s dangerous." Sydney patted his seat.

Layden unwillingly nodded.

Luke laughed at him, yet Layden ignored it.

At the banquet, when Julien saw Sydney’s reply, he narrowed his eyes.

With a single glance, he could tell that it was not Sydney's words.

Ever since their divorce, Sydney had been distant. She would only reply with a single word or simple phrases to his text, and never such a long paragraph.

Was the one who gave him this reply Luke or Layden?

Among these two, where was the message typed? Their house, or Sydney's?

However, it did not matter if it was Luke or Layden, and it also did not matter where they typed this message.

No matter what, Julien felt extremely uncomfortable, and he was also irritated that he wanted to smash his phone.

He rubbed his eyebrow and suppressed the anger in his heart. He replied, [Where is Sydney?]

When Sydney saw Julien’s reply, she raised her eyebrow in surprise.

He could tell that the reply was not from her.

However, it did not matter. After all, Sydney was not obligated to make an explanation.

Sydney sneered and turned off her phone.

After waiting for a few minutes, Julien came to a realization that Sydney would probably not reply. His lips pursed into a straight line.

What was she doing? Why did she not reply?

Could she be busy? Was she with Luke or Cayden...?

Glass shattered.

Julien's expression was twisted horribly, and he heavily placed his wine on the table.

The stem of the glass broke in an instant.

The broken part cut his hand, and the table cloth was dyed red with both the wine and his blood.

When a waiter nearby saw what happened, he quickly ran over. "President Flint, are you alright? I can call a doctor.”

"No need." Julien took a piece of tissue and pressed on his wound, his face expressionless.

He made it seem as though he could not feel pain. After the wound stopped bleeding, he took out a handkerchief from his coat and wrapped it around his hand like a bandage.

"Something came up so I have to leave. Please help me inform Mr. Leigh.”

He then put his hand into his pocket and left.

He could not bring himself to imagine what Sydney could be doing with Luke or Layden.

Julien was speeding on the road.

When he was about to reach Shallow Bay, his phone suddenly rang.

Julien frowned and answered the call before checking who it was, "Yes?"

"Julien, it's me."

Brandon’s voice said from the other side.

Julien drove with one hand on the steering wheel. " What's wrong, Brandon?"

"Please come and take a look at Lyra." Brandon sighed.

"What happened to Lyra?" Julien's voice was surprisingly calm.

Even Brandon was surprised.

What was going on? Should Julien not be worried about Lyra right now?

How could he be so calm?

However, Brandon quickly thought that he must be over-interpreting things. He pinched his nose bridge and said, "Lyra was embarrassed about what happened at the banquet. She locked herself in the room ever since she came back, and she sounded like she was crying. I'm worried about her, so can you

come over and comfort her? You can apologize to her as well.”

Julien pursed his lips. "I can understand if you want me to comfort Lyra, but why should I apologize? I don't think I did anything wrong.”

"What?" Brandon's face darkened. "At the banquet, you didn't even say a word when Lyra was openly criticized and laughed at by Sydney and the rest. Don't you think you should apologize?"

When Julien heard that, his expression turned cold.

Was that the logic of the Maddens?

Not only did they not admit their mistakes, but they also expected him to help them.

How could he not realize that the Maddens were... so shameless?

"Brandon, it was clearly Lyra who framed Sydney, and it was also Lyra who dressed against the theme. Since Lyra made a mistake, she should admit it. As her fiance, I shouldn't overlook her mistakes and blindly protect her. I will cause more harm to her that way," Julien replied in a low voice.