Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 367 Why Are You So Quiet?

Harry handed Yuliana a glass of wine from a tray the waiter was holding while passing them by. He also took one for himself and said, “It’s been a long time. How have you been?”

It had been a long time indeed.

The last time they met was when Yuliana just came back from Jeahron. She attended a small business party. The organizer seemed to be Harry’s friend, so he was invited to attend it as well.

At that time, they did not greet each other.

Nonetheless, it was Yuliana’s first time attending a party. She was a little nervous and accidentally stained her dress.

She was wearing a white dress that night, which was very obvious with the stain.

Later, the hotel staff took the initiative to take her to change her clothes. After that, she learned that the clothes were prepared for her by Harry.

“I’m good. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Ziegler. I haven’t thanked you for your kindness last time,” Yuliana smiled calmly as she spoke.

Harry raised his head and took a sip of wine while lowering his eyes. His gaze fell on Yuliana’s face through. the narrow gap. He stopped for a moment and said, “It’s not a big deal. You don’t have to take it seriously.” Yuliana raised her eyebrows and nodded. “Mr. Ziegler, is there anything else you want to say?” She had nothing to talk about with Harry.

“Nothing. Just to say hello.” Harry’s expression was calm, and there was no unnecessary emotion.

Yuliana felt that the power of time was quite powerful. It could smooth one with sharp edges little by little, which made one harder to be understood. It could also stimulate one who was gentle and calm to develop sharp edges over time.

Harry was the former.

However, with her understanding of Harry, he would never do anything meaningless.

He would not do it in the past, and would never do it presently.

Harry paused for a moment. Apparently, he had something else to say.

Yuliana was curious about what Harry wanted from her, so she waited quietly for his words.

“Have you met Christopher?” Harry seemed to be casual as he asked.

Yuliana smiled. It was exactly what she speculated. It was indeed related to Christopher.

She put her right hand around her left arm and looked at him calmly. “You should know that I divorced Christopher three years ago. I don’t know. What do you mean by asking me if I have met Christopher? Even if I didn’t divorce him or meet him, it has nothing to do with you, who is my former ex-husband, right?”

Her eyes gradually became sharp. “If you want to know about Christopher, or if you want to know someone else through Christopher, Christopher’s sister, Layla, is also here today. Maybe it’s more appropriate for you. to ask her.”

After saying that, Yuliana nodded slightly and walked toward a couch to rest with her glass of wine.

years, she had heard

was said that he was looking for

party ended at 9:30 p.m.

left half an hour earlier.

picked up her phone to call a designated driver after getting out of the hotel, but she did not expect to see Christopher getting

his arms.

threw the car key to the doorman of the hotel when the latter

walked straight to the door with that woman in

a black office suit. At that moment, she took off her coat and hung it on

inside her skirt, with her hair tied in a low ponytail. The way she dressed up was rather low profile, yet she was still very eye-catching, even just

up and caught a glimpse of it from

in her direction,

other. The woman in Christopher’s arms suddenly hugged him tighter. He immediately withdrew his

what Layla said and felt

she had to do

designated driver arrived. When she returned

had already fallen

arms. She put it next to his little head and sat by the bed for a while before returning

took a bath and made herself

to go to bed, her

face, which was smeared with skincare products, while

the screen, she paused for

sat down cross-legged

also did not speak

the other side of the phone. It seemed that the call was made by the side of the street. There were occasional sounds of passersby and car

hotel with the woman around nine o’clock. It’s only 11

thoughts were a mess. She massaged her face with her fingers absent-mindedly, but she still had no desire to

the other end

are you

the couch

Christopher’s car stopped on the roadside.

leaned against the street lamp

out his phone and

not think about

Christopher asked

ready

that, but Christopher did not play by the