After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms Chapter 84

Louisa couldn't find a proper answer for Julian's question.

How could she take a personal call in front of her boss? What if her father brought up private matters? And wouldn't answering disrupt Julian's work?

Julian seemed to read her thoughts. He paused his typing and said, "Go ahead and answer. My work isn't urgent—it won't bother me."

Louisa hesitated, glancing at her still-ringing phone. Her father rarely called her, and if she didn't answer, he would worry.

She asked timidly, "Mr. Tudor, could you please not speak or make any noise while I'm on the call?"

She didn't want her father knowing she was with her male boss this late.

Julian scoffed. "Aren't you being presumptuous? Am I something to be hidden?"

Louisa had no response. "Never mind then."

But before she could finish, Julian closed his laptop. Louisa was surprised—was he actually going to accommodate her request?

Not wasting any more time, she answered the call.

Brian's face—aging but still dignified—appeared on the screen.

"Dad!" Louisa called sweetly.

Julian, hearing her unusually light and soft voice, glanced at her instinctively.

Louisa, focused on her father, didn't notice.

Brian responded affectionately, "Sweetheart, why is it so dark? Aren't you home?"

"No, I'm in a car," Louisa replied. "Dad, why are you calling so suddenly? Is everything okay at home?"

Brian's expression darkened as he remembered his purpose. "I saw the video about your divorce from George. How could that bastard do something like that to you? Where is he now?"

He looked ready for a fight.

Louisa felt warmth in her heart and smiled."Let's not talk about him, Dad. We divorced amicably. When there's no love left, it's better to separate. It's nothing."

She didn't want her father to worry.

But Brian wasn't pacified. "That scoundrel! When he married you, he promised me he'd take care of you for life, make you happy. And now, after such a short time, he's changed his heart. He—"

"Dad!" Louisa interrupted. "Life is long. Who can define their entire existence? It's understandable when promises can't be kept. From now on, we just won't believe in other people's promises."

Brian tried to speak again, but Louisa quickly changed the subject. "Enough about him. How's everything at home? Did you have a good fruit harvest?"

"Yes, yes. This year's harvest was excellent, especially the grapes—large and sweet."

Louisa's eyes glistened. "I knew it. I wish I could have a taste soon."

Brian smiled. "Sure. You've always loved my grapes since you were little. I'll come visit you in a few days and bring some from our farm. How does that sound?"

"That's great," Louisa replied, discreetly wiping the moisture from the corner of her eye.

Brian asked a few more questions about her life.

As they were about to hang up, Brian realized she was still in transit. "Louisa, why are you coming home so late? Working hard again?"

"Yes."

"Why do you push yourself so hard? I can support you—there's no need to exhaust yourself like this."

"It's not that bad. I just started a new job today, so things ran a little late."

"First day of work and your boss is already exploiting you? How heartless."

Little did he know, this "heartless" boss was sitting right beside her.

Louisa tried to cover the microphone, but it was too late. Feeling a chill down her spine, she quickly said, "Dad, I'm home now. I've got to go."

She hung up and turned to Julian, meeting his amused gaze. She laughed awkwardly, putting on a pitiful expression. "My father doesn't understand the situation. Please don't be upset with him, Mr. Tudor."

Julian snorted. "I didn't even say a single word, and you already think I'm upset?"

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Meanwhile, Brian's situation wasn't looking good either.

After hanging up, he sighed heavily, thinking about his daughter's recent experiences.

He had never fully approved of Louisa being with George. Even though ten years ago, George had been a handsome, clean-cut young man who only had eyes for Louisa and cherished her deeply, the Capulet family's two conditions—a secret marriage and a prenuptial agreement—were too insulting.

If they made his daughter suffer such indignities before marriage, what would happen afterward? Would it get worse?

Brian had worried about this back then, and sure enough, in just seven years, his fears had come true.

He ached for his daughter but felt helpless, and sighed again.

Louisa's mother, Riley Wood, witnessed this and sneered, "Always 'sweetheart'—aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Hearing this, Brian contained his anger. "Riley, don't start trouble with your nonsense. Louisa is my daughter—why should I be ashamed?"

She replied with disgust and hatred, "Daughter, daughter—you've said it so many times you've forgotten she's not your biological child! She's the daughter of the Getty family. You were just a bodyguard. How dare you call yourself her father?"