Chapter 13
Still no answer.
The system automatically hung up.
Julian: “Call again.”
The housekeeper didn’t dare refuse and continued dialing.
Over and over, until the tablet’s battery turned red and shortly after, the screen went black.
The housekeeper hesitated. “Maybe she’s busy with work…”
But even as she said it, she didn’t believe it herself.
For seven years, everyone knew the most important person in my life was Julian, and the most important things in my life all revolved around Julian.
But now, the screen full of red missed calls-
Could only mean I no longer cared.
Julian looked down.
He opened a couple’s tracking app on his phone.
I’d forced him to install it originally, to stay connected when his condition worsened.
At first, Julian had found it suffocating.
His life felt completely controlled by me.
Because of this app, for a long time he’d deliberately kept his distance from me.
Rejecting all my attempts at contact.
gnoring everything I said, watching me talk to myself like a madwoman.
But now…
He pressed his lips together and opened the location software for the first time.
The system’s progress bar spun briefly.
My current location appeared on the map.
ulian stared at the screen and commanded, “Book a flight to England. As soon as possible.”
The housekeeper quickly agreed and left the study.
But the news came back-turbulence would ground all flights for the next week, with service resuming in about ten days.
ren days…
roo late.
Julian closed his eyes anxiously.
When vision was briefly blocked, smell and hearing became more acute.
The bergamot scent in the air was almost completely gone.
Replaced by Emma’s cloying perfume.
Disgusting
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Chapter 13
Julian frowned. He opened his eyes, rummaged through the drawer for aromatherapy candles, and clumsily lit one. The clear fragrance gradually dispersed.
Instantly, his agitated emotions were soothed.
Nothing unexpected would happen.
This was just me throwing another tantrum.
He used to do this often-deliberately ignore my presence, talk around me to others, or disrupt my plans to make me feel frustrated.
But every time, I’d continue chattering as if nothing had happened, cleaning up his messes.
Never once an exception.
Julian silently walked into the bedroom.
Because of his distaste, I’d hidden our wedding photo behind the nightstand instead of hanging it at the headboard.
He pressed his lips together and pulled the wedding photo out.
It was covered in a thick layer of dust.
But in the photo, the smile radiating from my face was impossible to hide.
He stood beside me, his expression extremely cold.
Even his body language unconsciously avoided my direction, staring coldly straight at the camera.
Julian looked down.
The wound on his wrist had been bandaged by the doctor, blood seeping through the gauze.
Just then, the phone suddenly rang.
Julian quickly answered, but it wasn’t me.
It was the family doctor’s number.
“Mr. Julian, Ms. Emma’s baby is fine now. Would you like to come see?”
Julian pressed his lips together and immediately hung up.
Disgusting.
That baby was disgusting.
He stared at his mis-buttoned shirt, expressionless.
It didn’t matter.
In ten days, he’d come get me personally.
I should be excited, right?
After all, he rarely initiated reconciliation.
Julian relaxed slightly, his eyes fixed on the icon in the tracking app.
21:10
Your Froloves in the Car? ScroW OFF! Gu Dilli.
