Chapter 133

As Yeva yelled, the naked woman crawled towards Julian with sheets over her, and called out to him
lovingly, “Julian darling,”

Yeva was fumed! Like a trigger pulled off, Yeva gave a tight slap across the woman’s face, “Who are
you calling darling? Who are

you?”

Her slap was so hard that the woman fell on the bed. The woman crawled pitifully towards Julian’s
arms and said, “Save me, darling!”

This woman looked nothing over 20. Her skin looked frail and soft, and half of her face now had a huge
palm mark of Yeva’s.

Julian was infuriated. He had a great night with this lovely young woman and was enjoying her
company before Yeva came. He felt as though Yeva had slapped across his face instead.

Julian stood in front of the young woman, and yelled at Yeva with a disgruntled tone, “Have you had
enough? Who do you think you

are?”

Yeva stared at him with disbelief, “I am your wife-to-be,” said Yeva.

“Wife-to-be, so you’re not my wife yet,” Julian let out a cold laugh as he passed over his shirt to the
young woman, wrapped one hand around her waist, and gave her a peck on the cheek. He then
challenged Yeva, “Even if we’re married now, I’ll sleep with whomever I want.”



The young woman fell into Julian’s embrace and touched his chest, “Darling, don’t be mad. I’m yours
now and forever, and I’ll listen to whatever you say.” Yeva felt a heatwave burning through her chest.

In contrast with the young woman, Yeva looked like an unkempt woman with anger management
issues. Julian can’t help but compare the both of them, and he picked the young woman up from the
bed.



“Let’s have a shower together and deal with our unfinished business last night,” Julian said as he
carried the woman to the bathroom. The woman looked at Yeva and smirked victoriously.

Yeva trembled. Yesterday was nothing compared to what she was going through at the moment.

Her heart crumbled and tears fell uncontrollably.

The sound of them teasing each other in the bathroom became louder and louder in Yeva’s ears, as
though thousands of ants crawled all over her ears, devoured her heart, and left her with nothing.

Why? Why was this happening to her?

She loved him.

Ever since they were kids, Yeva knew she had feelings for Julian Jefferson. Only that he was already
an heir to Jefferson Group while she was just the daughter of a regional manager.

She had her first love at 14 years old. At the ball, Yeva was wearing a fancy dress gifted by Sage. She
mustered her courage and asked for a dance from Julian. Julian was 18 at the time. He wore an
exquisite suit and he was holding a wine glass, looking mature and dapper,



He looked down at Yeva and said, “That’s Sage’s dress, right? You’re trying too hard to be a princess.
You’re not a princess, you are Cinderella.”

At that time, insecurity filled her heart. Her face turned bright red and she couldn’t even look up at him.

But still, Yeva forced out a smile and said lightly, “I thought the prince fell for Cinderella, not a
princess?”

Julian looked like he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world and he couldn’t stop laughing. He patted
her head and said, “You’re a silly girl, Only kids believed in fairy tales. In the adult world, only
princesses can marry a prince.” He went off looking for Sage after his encounter with Yeva.


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