Chapter 2The Ex-Factor

[??? The cool guy is actually this weird in private?!]

[Hahaha, I'm dying, who recorded this? It sounds like a dying crow!]

[Sounds like a girl, could it be Bella?!]

[Every step is a sweet moment boohoo, us "Julibella" fans are eating good!!!]

[Trust me, sisters, every couple I've shipped has gone public, they are definitely real!]

[It'd take a ghost to recognize anyone from that raspy voice...]

[Pfft, anyway, it's not your fave Chloe.]

[Just say you're jealous, stop trying to make everything about her.]

[Chloe's fans are just like her. Your girl wants to cling to Julian but can't, so you're all pressed?]

[It's not the first time for Chloe. Didn't she always use the same stuff as Julian before? Boy crazy.]

Bella squatted in front of the screen, replying to comments whenever she could.

"Oh, what are you guys saying? It wasn't me~"

"I can't make such a rough voice."

"Julian likes that old cartoon Ratatouille, so I just found a random sound clip for him~"

Ha, you're good at fishing in troubled waters.

The next second, the call connected.

The Ratatouille fanboy's voice was cold.

"Hello, who is this?"

His lazy voice was amplified through the speakers.

Accompanied by a slight, grainy rasp of just waking up, it made my tailbone tingle.

Wait, he asked who I was?

The one screaming about long hair in your phone!!!

After a few heavy breaths, this foolish human finally saw the caller ID.

He huffed, putting on an act.

In the background, there was the rustling of fabric as he got up.

"Oh, it's Miss White. What business do you have so early in the morning?"

What business?

Business, business, business. My business is you, okay?

Suppressing the urge to curse.

I began to execute the task emotionlessly.

"I really like you, but I'm marrying someone else tomorrow."

...

The rustling stopped abruptly.

Silence on the other end for a moment, then a faint voice.

"If you want a wedding gift, just say so.

"Don't disgust me with words like that.

"I have no interest... in you."

???

Wow, growing a backbone now?

Who was the one crying his eyes out like swollen peaches when we broke up?!

The host and guests were stifling laughter, teasing glances flying everywhere, and millions of netizens flooded the livestream to watch the drama.

My brain short-circuited, and I blurted out nonsense.

"No need for a gift, just come for the reception."

"You can meet my husband. He's tall, handsome, has an eight-pack, great stamina, very durable!"