Kicked Out, Flash-Married, and Now He Won't Let Me Go

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Trouble Continues

Vivian Lowell told him about her previous back and shoulder pain.

She put on a nonchalant expression, not wanting Julian Faulkner to worry. "It’s just an occupational hazard! People like us who sit in an office all day probably all have some aches and pains, right?"

"But don’t worry. After that, I started paying attention to my posture. I’m very careful now, and I make sure to get up and stretch if I’ve been hunched over my desk for too long!"

"..."

But Julian Faulkner sighed. He glanced at the small cut on Vivian Lowell’s hand and said, "Why don’t you go sit down and rest for a bit?"

"I’ll handle the vegetable chopping."

"Huh?" Vivian Lowell didn’t think her cut was a big deal.

’After rinsing it just now, it’s not even bleeding anymore. If you don’t look closely, you can’t even tell there’s a small cut here!’

"I-I haven’t even done much."

Vivian Lowell still hoped for a sense of fairness between her and Julian Faulkner.

Seeing her expression, Julian Faulkner replied, "It’s fine. Go rest. I’ve already prepared the hot pot base anyway. If you really don’t want to be idle..."

"...go upstairs. There’s a bottle of liquid bandage in my first-aid kit. Squeeze a little out and put it on your cut."

’Liquid bandage?’

Vivian Lowell asked, "Is that the kind that forms a film on your skin? The waterproof kind?"

Vivian Lowell felt like she had heard of this kind of bandage before.

When she’d told Eleanor Rhodes that she was allergic to adhesive and couldn’t use regular bandages, Eleanor had mentioned this liquid type.

It was invented abroad, worked great, was waterproof, prevented infection, and was perfect for a small cut like Vivian Lowell’s.

After all...

Back when Vivian Lowell and Eleanor Rhodes were trying to catch cats, neither of them had much experience at first, and they often got accidentally scratched by the kittens.

But the Vivian Lowell of back then was less fussy and didn’t pay much mind to such things. Even though she knew about liquid bandages, most of the time she just ignored her cuts.

Now that Julian Faulkner had brought it up, Vivian Lowell couldn’t help but feel moved.

’Meticulous. So meticulous.’

’Sure enough, Julian Faulkner had gotten to where he was today through his own efforts, which meant he had to put in more work than the average person. He was bound to notice things others wouldn’t.’

’This was all in the details!’

’Details determine success or failure. That’s Julian Faulkner for you.’

"Okay, I’ll go get it." Vivian Lowell turned and went up to the second floor.

Julian Faulkner, however, remained where he was, watching her back with a deep gaze, feeling that something was slightly off.

’What was that look she just gave me?’

Julian Faulkner couldn’t quite figure it out, but he wasn’t too keen on digging into it, either.

He had a bad feeling. The meaning behind that look probably wasn’t anything good, was it?

...

By the time Vivian Lowell came downstairs after applying the medicine, Julian Faulkner already had everything ready.

The small electric hot pot was plugged in and on the table, and all the ingredients were arranged on serving plates. Julian Faulkner had even gone to the trouble of plating them nicely.

Every dish looked almost like what you’d get in a hot pot restaurant.

It was incredibly appetizing.

Vivian Lowell made herself a dipping sauce—a traditional Sichuan-style one with only cilantro, minced garlic, and sesame oil. It was very authentic.

Julian Faulkner sat down across from Vivian Lowell.

He first glanced at her finger and asked, "All done?"

"Yep, all done!"

To put Julian Faulkner at ease, she even held out her finger for him to see. "I even waited for the liquid bandage to dry completely before coming down."

"Julian Faulkner, you’re so fast! I just came down, and everything’s already prepared."

The corners of Julian Faulkner’s lips lifted slightly, his gaze fixed on Vivian Lowell’s fingertip.

Seeing that her finger was indeed fine, he felt relieved.

After the hot pot, it was already past ten o’clock.

Vivian Lowell was a bit full and a little sleepy. It wasn’t a good idea to shower and go straight to bed, so before returning to her room, she went to the adjacent fitness room, turned on the treadmill, and prepared to walk for a bit.

Strenuous exercise was definitely out of the question after eating so much, but a walk was perfect.

It’s not good to sit down right after a meal; some light activity can prevent fat from accumulating around the waist and abdomen.

Vivian Lowell decided to walk for half an hour first.

By the time the food in her stomach had mostly digested and she was feeling tired, it would be the perfect time to go back and sleep.

「Thirty minutes later.」

As Vivian Lowell was returning to her room, Julian Faulkner was just coming upstairs.

He saw the direction she was coming from and asked, "Were you working out?"

"Mhm! I walked for a while. I ate too much today, so I wanted to burn some of it off! You... were you just washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen? You must be tired. Thank you so much."

Vivian Lowell had wanted to help.

But Julian Faulkner wouldn’t let her.

Helpless, she could only follow behind him, helping to clear the table and put the dishes back in the kitchen, and that was it.

Julian Faulkner was left to handle the rest.

"You’re welcome."

Julian Faulkner replied a bit awkwardly, as if he weren’t quite satisfied with her words.

Vivian Lowell was baffled.

Just then... Julian Faulkner’s phone rang.

He took out his phone, and as Vivian Lowell instinctively leaned in for a look, she saw the name "Vance Wyatt" on the screen. Vance Wyatt was calling Julian Faulkner on WhatsApp.

’Vance Wyatt?’

’Could it be about the company?’

’Or maybe something happened with Annie?’

Vivian Lowell had a bad feeling. It was so late, and knowing Vance Wyatt’s personality, he definitely wouldn’t call Julian Faulkner over a minor issue he could handle himself.

’Could it be that something major happened?’

Julian Faulkner was thinking the same thing as Vivian Lowell.

He picked up the phone and put it on speaker. Vivian Lowell heard Vance Wyatt’s heavy tone on the other end. "President Faulkner."

"Right now, there’s talk online about the Faulkner family’s past. We don’t know who leaked it, but it even includes some old foreign news reports."

"Someone posted about it on X. I’ve already had my team contact them to get it off the trending list, lower its visibility, and demand they delete the post. This has damaged the Faulkner Family’s reputation."

’The Faulkner family’s past?’

Hearing this, Vivian Lowell’s first thought was of Annie’s situation.

But...

’Isn’t Annie still in negotiations with the Faulkner family?’

’Annie wants money. The loss of her child is her bargaining chip. But if she exposes her past entanglement with the Faulkner family...’

’...it won’t be so easy for the Faulkner family to agree to her financial demands anymore.’

’What’s going on?’

Vivian Lowell didn’t understand.

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