Jennifer Aniston And Justin Theroux 소설 & 이야기

Richard’s frown deepened as his eyes narrowed at me, as though he was entertaining Anita’s suggestion. Before I could say a word, Justin chuckled mockingly. “How amusing,” he drawled, his tone filled with disdain as he shifted his gaze to Anita. He looked at her with veiled contempt. “As far as I recall, they divorced because you meddled where you didn’t belong.” His green eyes glinted dangerously as he added, “Who doesn't know how skillful you are, Omega Anita?” At his words, Anita paled, her confidence faltering. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

"Jennifer, I watched them die right in front of me—flung more than 30 feet into the air, blood and brains all over the road. Do you know how horrifying that was? I just wanted to help them seek justice. And you? As their daughter, you helped the perpetrator cover it up." I did not lower my voice. People in the corridor turned their heads, clearly sensing some scandalous drama unfolding. Jennifer's eyes were bloodshot, but slowly, a sliver of clarity returned to her. She immediately pulled out her phone and called Justin. As soon as the call connected, his voice came across as overly sweet, nauseatingly flirtatious. "What's wrong? Miss me already?" His fake tone was disgusting, and Jennifer's

“You keep saying that.” “Because you keep earning it.” His hand left my chin, but he didn’t move away. My breath brushed his shirt. His did the same to my cheek. Our faces were close - too close. The air seemed thicker between us, like something invisible was pulling forward, forward, forward. “Zayn,” I whispered. “Yes.” “This is… a lot.” “I know.” “Is it still… therapy?” His eyes held mine. “Yes.” I swallowed. “It doesn’t feel… normal.”

he asked, and my brows furrowed deeply as Theresa hated to think that Justin would get back with Sophia after all, they once had sex. "Do whatever you like. I do not care, but do not dare to tell my family that we are mates. This is between us. And I will find time to reject you," I told him, my voice stern, and he mumbled. "Alright, babe. Take care," Justin cut me off, but my brows furrowed when I heard him call me babe again. "Why is he so stubborn?" I growled and went to strip off my dress to have my bath. *****

"You are right, Jennifer. You turn out to be very calculating. I admire you more and more." "Remember! We are only cooperating to fight the enemy. I will not become your secret lover." Jennifer, as it turned out, had other thoughts; she was planning something big. She was now Jennifer Jones, the scandal-ridden actress, in the secret fortress in Malibu, allied with the CEO who loved her and had simultaneously become a shadow of his past betrayal. "Now," Jennifer said, releasing Julian's grip. "I need a hot bath. And then, you tell me, who is Thomas? And what did Mr. Rose do to your wife?"

Rosalie wished she could reach through the screen and hold him in her arms. Not being able to live with her child was painful, but at least Justin was by her side. Just then, Justin stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower. He walked over and sat right next to Rosalie, shirtless. He accidentally appeared on camera. Theodore saw him and frowned slightly. He knew very well that Rosalie and Justin were now together, so it was only natural that they shared a bed. But seeing Justin sitting beside Rosalie half-naked in the video call still sent a pang through his heart.

Anabel, her name, was it? "Audrey..." Justin continues and adjusts his seating positing so he could face me better. "I know I lost your trust over one small stupid thing—" "You cheated on me. That's not small." "—But you have to believe me when I say..." Justin purses his lips. "Audrey, I saw that girl and Cayden making out. And because they were on some deserted hill, they were in the car and... I think they might've had sex." I looked into Justin's eyes. I've dated him for a few years now and I've learnt how to tell if he's lying or not. And, as much as I hate to believe it... he wasn't.

“These are photos. From Paris. From right before we broke up. He said he ended it with me, but as you’ll see—he didn’t exactly resist me.” I stared at the envelope but didn’t touch it. “Why are you doing this?” I asked. “Because Justin doesn’t like to lose. But he lost me. And now he’s pretending he’s some faithful, perfect boyfriend? Please.” “You’re jealous.” She laughed. “Of you? Honey, I had him first. I know his weaknesses. You’re just the rebound he got too attached to.” I stood up, trembling with anger. “You’re pathetic.” She smirked. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Elizabeth didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his words but Justin seems to be having fun teasing her. “ Is there a problem, Love?” Justin asked with a raised eyebrow but she could only stare at him, wondering what he was up to.. Justin took a shower and changed into his three piece Armani suit which brought out his classic taste and handsome features.. “ You should go take a shower too, else we might be late to your Press conference..” Justin smirked and another wave of surprise washed through her.. “ What are you talking about?” She asked but unfortunately his lips were sealed tightly he wasn't willing to spill whatever he was hiding..

He looked every bit the part: tall, composed, his smile easy and confident, his hand on her lower back for the benefit of the crowd. In private, that hand rarely touched her at all. Two days before the rehearsal, Justin asked to meet her at a quiet coffee shop, away from the bustle. There, with the casual arrogance that always made her skin crawl, he told her about his recent affair and made it clear he still wanted the wedding to go on. “It was just a moment. I had to find out if I still had anything left for her,” he said, as if he were discussing a business deal gone sideways.