After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Confused by Julian’s words, Louisa looked up at him with confused eyes.

Julian’s lips curled coldly. “If you’ve given him access to your home, why bother with all these games?”

Louisa’s heart turned ice–cold. She slowly released her grip on his jacket, taking two steps back, staring at him in disbelief. “What exactly are you implying, Mr. Tudor? What games am I playing?”

“Do I need to remind you what you were doing in the car just now?” Julian’s gaze was piercing.

Before Louisa could respond, George overheard and jumped to his own conclusion. “Julian, what did you do to my wife?” he roared, lunging forward with a wild punch.

Teddy quickly stepped in front of his boss, blocking George’s fist. Julian completely ignored him, his eyes fixed on Louisa.

Louisa finally understood. He thought she was stringing George along with their will–they–won’t–they divorce drama while simultaneously flirting with Julian.

But he was the one who told her to get in the car. She was drunk–she had no idea how she’d ended up on his lap.

Did he really think she was trying to seduce him? She couldn’t believe he thought so little of her.

“First, I thank you for saving me multiple times, Mr. Tudor,” she said coldly. “If I’ve done anything that led to this misunderstanding, I apologize. I’ll be more careful in the future.

“But Mr. Tudor, perhaps you should also think twice before getting too close to intoxicated women.”

Julian stared at her intensely, his expression dangerously dark.

Ignoring him, Louisa turned to George, her face expressionless. “How did you get up here?” From the community entrance to the building security to the elevator–how had he bypassed all those checkpoints?

Julian paused at her question. So George didn’t have the passcode from Louisa? His expression softened slightly as he also turned to

George.

George stumbled toward Louisa, his eyes filled with cold fury. “Did you sleep with him? Tell me! Did you sleep with him?” His roar was

deafening.

Louisa, who had been somewhat intimidated by him before, slapped him hard across the face. “George, have you lost your mind? Get out!

GET OUT!‘

George was angry about her closeness with another man but didn’t seem to mind her hitting him.

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He dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbing the hand that had just slapped him and pressing it to his chest.

In an instant, the furious, shouting man transformed into a pitiful, abandoned puppy.

“Honey, I’m sorry. I misunderstood. I know you wouldn’t do that. You still love me, don’t you? You wouldn’t betray me, right?”

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Louisa was speechless. So he could cheat, but she couldn’t even talk to another man? She glanced at Julian watching the scene, then back at George’s drunken meltdown.

She closed her eyes in exhaustion. After a full day’s work, she now had to deal with accusations from two men?

She forcefully pulled her hand away, regarding George coldly. “Can we discuss this tomorrow? I’m tired. Go home and sleep it off. We’ll talk when you’re sober…”

“No!” George suddenly threw his arms around her. His mouth kept forming apologies while tears streamed down his face, soaking the

front of her blouse.

A grown man, crying like a heartbroken teenager. Louisa couldn’t even identify what she was feeling anymore. The whole situation felt absurd and depressing.

George had always been proud and arrogant, bad–tempered and controlling. But he should never have been reduced to this.

Too drained to deal with it anymore, her voice softened. “Will you please let go of me?”

“No! I won’t!” he clung to her desperately. “Not unless you say you love me, say you won’t leave me.”

Nearby, Julian watched with frost in his expression. He exchanged a meaningful glance with Teddy, who immediately understood, pulling out his phone to call building management.

Within ten minutes, the property manager arrived with security guards.

Teddy pointed at George, who was still clutching Louisa. “This man doesn’t live here. Please remove him.”

The manager looked confused–how had a non–resident made it all the way up here? He couldn’t afford to offend Julian, but almost no one in this building could be offended either.

Committed to serving the residents, the manager respectfully addressed Julian, “One moment, Mr. Tudor, Let me check something first.”

Shortly after, he had his answer. “Mr. Tudor,” he apologized, “I’ve discovered that Mr. Capulet is actually a 10th floor resident. Security footage shows he climbed up the emergency stairwell from the 10th to the 17th floor.”

His words shattered Louisa completely. George had bought an apartment here too? Was he planning to haunt her forever?

Julian fell silent. After a moment, he said, “Then please escort him back to the 10th floor.”

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The property manager considered this reasonable. Besides, Julian was a VIP resident–his requests couldn’t be ignored. He immediately

ordered the security guards to assist George.

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Though George had quieted down–no more crying or shouting–he remained kneeling, clinging to Louisa. His large frame pressed against

her, refusing to budge.

No matter how the guards tried to pull him away, he wouldn’t move.

Louisa pushed against him too, but couldn’t break free. It was as if he intended to remain locked in this embrace with her until the end of

time.

Seeing this, Julian strode over and forcefully pried George’s hands off Louisa.

George opened his bloodshot eyes, glaring at Julian. “What are you doing?” He scrambled to his feet, fist clenched, swinging at Julian.

But he was so drunk he could barely stand straight. Julian didn’t even need to dodge–the punch missed entirely. The property manager signaled the guards, who immediately moved to steady George.

George shoved them away. “All of you, get lost!”

The manager sighed helplessly. “Mr. Capulet, it’s very late. You’re disturbing other residents. Please stop this commotion. We’ll-

‘Help you get home‘, he was about to say, but George interrupted with another roar. “Disturbing? This is my wife! I want to rest with my

wife! You’re the one disturbing us!”

The property manager was completely baffled. “What?”

The security guards looked equally shocked. Two 17th floor residents had returned together, while a 10th floor resident waited at the door, claiming the female resident was his wife?

What kind of complicated, messy relationship was this?

The property manager couldn’t process it. He looked to Julian for help. “Mr. Tudor, this is…”

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