Emelia didn't expect Julian to make a big deal out of this. She took a step back to distance herself from him and explained, "I would have left if you didn't come."
She would have stayed with Vincent and Naomi on Christmas day until Nina called her.
Nina had returned to her apartment and caught some sleep after cleaning up, so Emelia should leave.
Julian's expression softened after listening to this, but he still stood in Emelia's way and asked, "Aren't you curious about the woman?"
"Should I?" Emelia asked again, "How long are you going to stay?"
Julian shrugged. "I don't know. It depends on her."
He clearly needed to stay here for a long time.
Emelia glared at him. "Are you going to hide whenever a woman pesters you?"
Was this really a solution?
"Let's talk about this after she leaves." That woman had driven him mad.
The woman was called Suzanne McBride, the granddaughter of the old factory director in Grafstin. She came all the way from the south to the Capital for Julian on Christmas. Before Julian figured out how Suzanne McBride had gotten his address, she had already arrived at gate to his apartment building.
Julian wouldn't let her it until then he realized it was a good chance to stay with Emelia. Before he came upstairs, Julian unlocked the security gate.
No one would answer the door no matter how many times Suzanne knocked, and the neighbors might kick her out for creating absurd noises.
Maybe Suzanne may lose her interest in this way.
Julian would have teased her till she gave up if her grandfather wasn't a factory director.
Emelia didn't want to stay with Julian in the same room. After a moment, she said, "Well, I should go. Lock the door when you leave."
Julian was lost for words.
He kept telling himself that Emelia was lying when she said something mean last time, but he felt really sad when Emelia treated him like a stranger.
Emelia bypassed him to get her coat, bag, and car keys in the room.
Julian didn't stop her. Instead, he leaned at the door and mocked, "Emelia, do you think you can hide forever?"
Emelia turned around to cast him a glare after taking a few steps out of the door.
But Julian offered her a wide smile against the door.
Emelia trotted towards the elevator before anger overpowered her.
Julian whistled behind her, and Emelia just thought he was crazy.
Emelia wondered if he was really a president.
He looked more like a pleasure seeker!
Julian shut the door as Emelia walked out of his sight.
He felt happy even for hanging around Emelia's house alone.
Julian took the ringing phone out of his pocket, hung up, and turned it off.
Suzanne must call to look for him after knocking at the empty house for a long time.
But Julian would never take her call.
Maisie replied to her politely. "Mr. Hughes's phone is turned off, so I can't contact him."
Suzanne asked discontentedly, "Does he have another number?"
"No," Maisie replied straightforwardly.
Suzanne was irritated. "Don't try to fool me. He must have a personal number."
Maisie replied with a smile, "Personal number isn't open for an assistant like me or a stranger like you, Miss McBride."
Maisie's mocking words had driven Suzanne mad. She could mock Suzanne through a sweet smile.
Suzanne was flustered. "Maisie, I might tell my grandfather to close the deal."
"You've already done that, haven't you?” Maisie was sarcastic. "Miss McBride, I should get off the line. Enjoy your holiday."
After a while, Maisie added, "Mr. Hughes disappeared upon your arrival. Don't you get that?"
That was a hard question for Suzanne. “What do you mean?"
Maisie said rudely, "It's a ‘No, stay away from me'."
"You," Suzanne flew off the handle, but Maisie had hung up the phone.
Suzanne kicked Julian's door hard again. She thought she and Julian was a perfect match since she was young and beautiful.
She heard about the history between Julian and Emelia. It's public news!
But Emelia had clarified the relationship with Julian a few days ago. They were no longer a couple and Emelia was focusing on something else. So, Suzanne has a ton of reasons to ask Julian out.
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