Refusing To Divorce (Julia and Harry)

Julia loosened her fists and forced a smile as she faced Harry. "Of course, I can't afford it. Thanks for looking out for my father, dear.

"Not a problem," Harry replied, his smile unreadable.

Despite her efforts, Julia's attempt to divorce Harry fell through, and she found herself playing the role of a caretaker to Harry and Arya, a role that left her deeply unhappy. That evening, she drank some wine to drown her sorrow.

The next morning, Julia woke up with a throbbing headache. She had forgotten to close the window the previous night, and the cool breeze had given her a cold and made her restless. After getting ready, she walked downstairs and noticed Arya instructing the maids to rea Upon seeing Julia, Arya wore an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wright. I'm not really fond of the furniture and curtains you chose. Could we switch them to the blue ones I prefer? Arya asked.

Julia responded with an easy smile, "Miss Hill, Harry personally chose the furniture and curtains. I didn't have a say. But if you'd like something different, please, feel free to pick whatever color you like."

Arya seemed embarrassed, biting her lip. As the maid brought in breakfast, she quickly changed the subject. "Mrs. Wright, Harry works so hard every day. I made him some soup this moming. She looked down shyly and added softly, "I hope I'm not overstepping the mark. Julia, stifling a yawn, replied casually, "Im glad someone is looking after my husband. Why would that make me uncomfortable?"

She descended the stairs gracefully, sat at the dining table, and sampled the soup. After tasting it, she looked at Arya and said, "Miss Hill, you have a real talent for cooking. This soup is delicious. Would you mind making an extra portion for me each morning?" Arya's fingers tightened involuntarily, surprised by Julia's resilience. Despite everything, Julia continued to hold her ground/

Harry descended from the study, his suit fitting perfectly, embodying the quintessential gentleman.

Arya hurried over to greet him, her demeanor reminiscent of a meticulous hostess in a high-end restaurant. "Harry, breakfast is ready. Make sure you eat before you head to the office."

In Julia's presence, Arya reached out to adjust Harry's tie, their interactions mirroring those of newlyweds.

Harry paused, his gaze flicking to Julia as he cleared his throat. "Let's eat," he suggested.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Julia, seemingly detached from their interaction, continued with her breakfast. Mid-meal, she sneezed and rubbed her nose, her face flushing slightly.

Harry looked over with a slight frown. "Did you catch a cold?"

Julia managed a smile. "I forgot to close the window last night and the draft got

me."

Arya shot a glance at Harry and said in a tone tinged with sarcasm, "Mrs. Wright, that was rather careless of you." Her voice then softened, silky and persuasive, "Before I went abroad, I could only sleep with Harry beside me. He was always so considerate, checking every Julia inwardly rolled her eyes at Arya's provocation but maintained her composure in front of Harry. With a polite smile, she replied. Thank you for the advice, Miss Hill"

Arya seemed to push for a reaction, her dissatisfaction evident. She looked at Harry again and added. "Even if I were to fall

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ill, it wouldn't be a problem Harry is excellent at taking care of me. Once, when I had a fever, he stayed up all night to ensure I was alright, not getting a wink of sleep himself."