He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 195

"You... you still remember?"

A few seconds later, fighting to suppress the intense pounding in his chest, the man turned his head. But the woman on his back had her eyes tightly shut, either asleep from exhaustion or completely passed out.

Julian's eyes darkened. Not daring to waste another second, he moved as fast as the wind, turning into the old quarter and stopping in front of an old brick-and-tile house.

With a soft beep from the smart lock, the door swung open.

Shielding the woman on his back, he quickly carried her inside.

...

At the entrance to the old quarter.

Yardley stood like a statue in the torrential rain, holding a long-handled black umbrella.

His face was grim, his thin lips pressed into a hard line, and the icy chill in his eyes was colder than the storm itself.

Behind him, a woman in a red dress carrying a floral umbrella stumbled out of a car, awkwardly lifting the hem of her dress as she ran toward him.

"Yardley! What are you doing out here? Hurry, get in the car, it's pouring!"

Sylvia ducked under his umbrella, closing hers. She naturally moved to link her arm through his, her tone a mix of coquettishness and grievance.

"I knew it. In the whole world, only you truly care about me. I knew you'd come back for me. Not like Julian... he doesn't care about me at all."

Yardley's face was like frost. He turned around without a word.

"Get in. I'll take you home first."

The silence inside the car during the drive was suffocating.

Yardley's knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his mind playing out the scene from earlier on an endless, maddening loop.

When Scarlett had run out into the rain, his first instinct had been to go after her.

But when he turned around, he saw Sylvia across the street.

She was completely soaked, her red dress clinging to her body, making her look incredibly frail and helpless.

He hesitated.

That was his wife. Even if they were in the middle of a divorce, there was absolutely no way she was spending the night at another man's house.

...

Inside the old house, the lighting was a warm, soft yellow.

It was a home that felt deeply lived-in and cozy.

Beneath the minimalist decor, there were countless inviting details:

A beautiful collection of teacups in the cabinet, vibrant green plants by the window, and the faint, calming scent of sandalwood in the air.

"This is my grandmother's place. She's staying at a wellness center right now, so someone comes by to tidy up."

Julian's smooth, reassuring voice pulled Scarlett from her thoughts.

He turned and pulled a neatly folded, brand-new set of plaid cotton pajamas from the closet, along with a fresh, unopened bath towel, handing them to Scarlett.

"Take a hot shower first and get out of those wet clothes."