He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 1093

Veronica Thorne slowly emerged from the darkness. She wore a black trench coat, her long hair whipping wildly in the night wind, her elegant face completely overshadowed by malice.

She looked down at Scarlett and Julian standing on the mountain path, a cold, twisted smile playing on her lips.

"Scarlett, that's your biological father."

"Tsk, tsk. Your own father threatens to burn himself alive right in front of you, and you don't feel a shred of pity. You really are cold-blooded!"

Veronica took a few measured steps forward. Her gaze swept over Julian, who was standing close by Scarlett's side, and a thick wave of intense jealousy surged in her eyes.

"Julian, are you her guard dog? Why is it that wherever she goes, you follow?"

"I really look down on you. You don't act like a man at all! You have zero masculinity!"

Julian remained perfectly calm, completely unfazed.

"Protecting my wife's safety is my fundamental responsibility as a husband."

"It doesn't matter if you don't think I'm a man. As long as my wife thinks I am, that's enough for me."

Veronica choked, her face turning an ugly shade of gray.

She stomped her foot furiously. "Julian, you're nothing but a whipped coward! A loser!"

His expression remained as unbothered as ever.

"I wear that badge with honor. It just means my wife knows how to keep me in line."

Scarlett had been feeling incredibly frustrated, but his words—openly mocking Veronica while subtly trying to cheer her up—were exactly what she needed.

Unable to hold it in any longer, she let out a soft laugh.

Seeing her expression finally soften, Julian let out a mental sigh of relief.

He couldn't stand seeing her upset, even for a second.

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