Chapter 4The Secret Millionaire

Boarded train, found seat sat down, already noon.

Attendant pushed food cart over ask if need lunch.

Julian picked up menu, unhesitatingly pointed most expensive two sets on it, ordered two.

I again shocked.

Julian always frugal, when we train together, he never willing buy expensive lunch on train, always prepared bread and water in advance.

I thought this time because company reimburse.

However, when that woman looked food in tray, charming voice said to Julian:

"Brother Feng, you treat me so good every time, so happy."

This words like a poison quenched sword, fierce pierced my soul!

Turns out, his generous and willing, never was for me!

He cried poor to me, calculated to me, but to another woman so generous!

Huge betrayal feeling and absurdity feeling let me almost soul fly spirit scatter.

Lunch ended in an atmosphere suffocating me.

That woman used napkin elegantly wiped mouth corner, then leaned close Julian, carrying spoiled nasal sound whispered:

"Brother Feng, tonight... can we only open one room? Like this... can save some money."

I dead stared Julian, waiting his reaction.

Soul trembling.

Good thing after short silence, Julian voice sounded: "No need, travel standard enough. Rooms already booked, two rooms."

Luckily... he pushed away.

That woman obviously stunned a bit, smile on face somewhat stiff, but soon recovered soft charm:

"Brother Feng, you really are... gentleman."

Julian didn't take words again, just picked up phone, started handle work messages.

Following few days, my soul like an invisible shackle, tightly followed Julian.

I saw that female colleague called Lyla, almost pervasive trying approach him.

After an informal dinner with client, slightly drunk Lyla again leaned to Julian side, half complain half spoil.

"Brother Feng, you treat yourself too harsh. Earned so much money, still fight life for what?"

"You are our department big hero, these years earned not less than Five Million right? Heard headquarter want promote you be department manager, is it true?"

Julian brows slight frown, seemed not like her talk these, only faintly hummed, count as admitted.

Five million? Department manager?

These few words like thunder exploded in my soul!

How possible? He clearly told me, he only has $3,000 salary every month, performance bad even deducted money!

We for hundred dollars electricity bill calculated, for a pair hundred dollars sneakers hesitated half year.

He everyday home complain work tired, make money hard, pressure big to insomnia...

If these all fake, then why? Why hide from me like this?

That night, back to hotel.

Julian just finished shower, wearing bathrobe sitting on sofa reading contract.

Knock sound rang.

Outside door stood Lyla.

She changed daytime business suit, only wearing an almost transparent black silk slip nightdress.

She said nothing, moment door opened, like a soft water snake, directly pounced into Julian arms, arms tightly circled his waist.

"Lyla! What you doing!"

Julian low shouted, body fierce stiff, immediately force, almost roughly tore her from body, pushed away one step outside.

His face iron green, bathrobe belt pulled loose.

Lyla pushed stumble a bit.

Stand firm, deliberate created charm on face disappeared.

"Julian! You pretend what gentleman! You these years earned so much money, a cent not tell your home that yellow face woman, not just long not loved her, want change a wife?"

"You secretly bought that large flat in South City 'Lake Shore Drive', decorated so luxurious, not just for living with other woman?"

"Based on what can't be me? Where am I worse than her? Since you not love her, why not divorce? Guarding that broken marriage acting, you not tired?"

"Shut up!"

Julian finally exploded.

"Lyla, I warn you, don't insult my wife!"

"My this life, only love her one person."

"Everything I hide from her, only because a vow I once gave her!"

Lyla face instantly became pale.

Then she fierce glared Julian once, fierce turned, slammed door left.

Room fell into dead silence.

Just then, his phone rang.

He looked caller ID, is my mom.

However once answered phone, came my mom anxious million parts voice.

"Julian! Where is Jane? Her phone why always off? I called three days!"

"I went your home knock door, knocked half day also no one answer!"