He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 185

It was... Scarlett!

She stood there with one hand tucked casually into her pocket, wearing a chic cream-colored trench coat and a white beret. Her slender figure looked elegant, her makeup was flawless, and she was holding a delicate bouquet of jasmine.

She clearly looked like she was there to pick someone up. Since his flight was the last arrival of the day at Bay City airport, she had to be there for him.

At the thought, a wave of excitement surged through him. But just as quickly, assuming that his father's iron-fisted tactics had finally forced her to yield, he actively suppressed his eagerness.

He straightened his posture, pretending to be utterly unfazed, and strode toward her with a deliberately aloof expression.

Scarlett was standing at the exit alone. Originally, Irvin was supposed to come with her, but halfway there, he received a call about a family emergency and had to rush back, leaving her to handle the airport run by herself.

She was just thinking about what to say to Julian when, out of nowhere, a tall, familiar figure came marching swiftly toward her. That stoic, handsome face was far too striking to miss in the crowd.

Yardley?

Surprised, before she even had time to process it, he was already standing right in front of her.

"Scarlett." He set his suitcase down. Noticing her collar was slightly open, revealing her collarbones, he instinctively reached out to adjust it. "It's so late. Why did you come all this way to pick me up?"

Hearing the sheer entitlement in his voice, she found it almost laughable. "Yardley, you don't actually think I'm here for you, do you?"

Yardley paused. Wasn't it obvious enough? Why would he need to "think" it? This stubborn little woman. She had clearly come here to wave the white flag, yet she still insisted on maintaining this tough facade. It was truly...

He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation, his tone a mix of dismissal and indulgence. "Alright, fine. You can spin it however you want. But since you're here, couldn't you say something nice? Your husband has barely slept in three days. I'm exhausted. Let's just go..."

Behind him stood Julian, looking like a male model stepping straight off a fashion magazine cover. A dark gray, tailored suit hugged his tall frame perfectly, radiating top-tier sophistication. The camel overcoat draped over his shoulders caught the breeze, and the way he casually rolled his luggage was effortlessly graceful. The bright, open smile on his incredibly handsome face seemed to drain the color from everything around him.

And opposite him was Scarlett. With one hand in her pocket, her slender frame looked delicate, yet she possessed an undeniable, vibrant spirit. From a side profile, her eyes were crinkled in a radiant smile, sparkling as if she had captured all the vitality of spring in her gaze.

One calm and steady, the other bright and animated. They were two entirely different people, yet standing together, they looked like a flawlessly composed painting.

This inexplicable, perfect harmony struck Yardley right in the chest. He involuntarily stumbled, barely able to keep his balance.

"Julian... Scarlett... Since when did you two get so close?"

His voice was hoarse, his breathing suddenly heavy as he stared at them, his eyes brimming with profound disbelief.