He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 1103

It was just past eleven in the morning.

Knowing they were staying the night, they had reserved a massive tent and several of the unique birdcage cabins perched right on the edge of the cliff. Sleeping in the glass cabins meant they'd wake up to an unobstructed view of the sunrise.

Deafening music from the festival echoed through the valley.

Just as Scarlett led Dawn into one of the birdcage cabins, her phone buzzed with a text from Julian.

*"Wrapped up an hour-long meeting in forty-five minutes. Impressive, right? Every second away from you feels like an eternity. Wait for me, I'm on my way."*

Scarlett couldn't help but smile. Julian's dependency on her wasn't built on cheap, sweet-talking flattery; it was a profound, genuine attachment. He hated being apart from her.

He was incredibly expressive, always finding exactly the right way to show her how much he loved her. Having endured the cold, neglectful dynamic of a partner like Yardley, Scarlett treasured Julian's fierce devotion.

She knew a good husband didn't have to be physically by her side every single second, but his heart always had to be with her. That feeling of being prioritized and cherished was something every woman inherently craved.

She settled Dawn onto the bed and stepped over to the glass wall, looking down into the seemingly bottomless abyss below. A jolt of vertigo hit her, and she instinctively took two steps back.

But realizing the thick, reinforced glass was perfectly safe, she bravely stepped forward again, gazing down to admire the breathtaking view.

She had to admit, the architect who designed these cliffside glass cabins was incredibly bold and creative. That was exactly the kind of fearless designer she had been desperately trying to recruit.

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