Love Mission: Ex-wife Strikes Back

Eric thought Lilia went too far. This had nothing to do with Julia. Julia treated him as a friend, so she came here. What did he pay her in return? Insults and embarrassment.

Fiona and Lilia's numerous provocations began to frustrate Eric. He found those comments rude and unnecessary and thought that Julia was treated with unearned disrespect.

Eric wanted to stand up and take Julia away. He really felt sorry for putting her in a tight spot.

Fiona's gaze was filled with envy as she noticed how protective Eric was of Julia. "Auntie Lilia, see? We haven't done anything yet, but Eric is so anxious to protect her. He said there was nothing going on between them, but only a fool would fall for that."

"Shut up!" Eric snapped. This was all Fiona's fault, so he had no qualms for treating her rudely.

"Fiona, don't you ever think that you'll have your way just because you dragged my mom here! I tell you, we won't be together in this life. You should have given up ages ago!"

"You...!" Eric spoke wi

ostile to each other. But Fiona, you're a great woman, and anyone can see that. Someone will surely like you, but that someone will never be me."

Eric turned to her mother and bowed. "Mom, the idea that Julia and I might end up together is nothing but wishful thinking on my end. She really has no hand in all of this. You came here to criticize and humiliate her for no reason. I really feel so ashamed."

"What?" It was the first time that Lilia had heard Eric say something like this. She wondered if she had really made too many decisions for him before. She began to question herself for being too manipulative.

She looked at Eric and felt that her son was getting further and further away like a kite on a windy afternoon. She was afraid the string in her hands would snap and the kite would soar among the clouds, never to be seen again.

"Julia, let's go." Frowning, Eric grabbed Julia's wrist and dragged her out of the restaurant.

Julia wanted to refuse, but Eric did not give her the chance.