“I really did take the half a million your mother offered and promised to cut you out of my life. So what I’m doing right now—technically, I’m breaking that promise.”
Julian watched Niamh’s cool, indifferent expression and felt a pang of hurt. It was as if he was nothing more than a stranger to her now, not the friend he used to be.
“It’s not like anyone else is around…”
Niamh realized that unless she went along with him, Julian wouldn’t take her back. So, with no other choice, she fell in step beside him, and together they walked toward the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center.
At first, Julian kept silent.
Niamh didn’t try to force conversation either. She simply walked quietly at his side, waiting for him to speak.
“You… You and Jonathan aren’t divorced yet, are you?” Julian finally broke the silence, but the question caught Niamh off guard.
“Almost. Jonathan and I were planning to get the paperwork done while we’re in Blackspire for your wedding.”
Niamh didn’t try to hide anything; she answered honestly.
“So… what are you planning after the divorce?” Julian pressed.
“Hm?” Niamh tilted her head. “After the divorce? I’ll keep running my studio and living my own life, of course.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Julian’s voice sounded suddenly impatient.
Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed her hand.
Startled, Niamh tried to pull away, but Julian’s grip was too tight.
They were standing right in front of the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center, hardly the place for such a scene. Still, Julian’s gaze was intense, his eyes burning with determination.
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