He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 196

His gaze fell on the tips of Scarlett's hair, which were still dripping wet. He frowned slightly, his tone carrying an undeniable warmth and concern.

"I'll go make you some ginger tea to warm you up."

Scarlett was indeed feeling sticky and miserable, so she didn't argue. She took the clothes and headed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was elegantly designed, and the air held a light, fresh fragrance—a mix of freesia and pine that inexplicably eased her tense nerves.

When Scarlett stepped out of the shower, Julian was standing at the counter of the open kitchen.

Through the gaps in the wooden blinds, she watched as he rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down, revealing his toned forearms.

He was looking down, stirring something in an enamel pot. His expression was focused and serene, as if the domestic task had somehow become an art form in his hands.

Before long, an exquisite blue-and-white porcelain bowl was placed in front of her.

"Drink it while it's hot."

Julian handed her a spoon, his voice clear. "I added brown sugar and a poached egg. It'll help if your stomach hurts."

Scarlett was, in fact, absolutely starving.

She scooped up the poached egg and took a bite. The sweet and spicy flavor instantly bloomed on her tongue, and a comforting warmth slid down her throat and settled in her stomach.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the bowl, her eyelashes fluttering. When she looked up at Julian, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

"Thank you, Julian," she said softly.

Julian sat down across from her, holding a cup of plain tea. He hadn't touched any ginger tea himself.

He looked at Scarlett, his gaze clear and open.

"Scarlett, it's your body."

His tone was light, but carried an undeniable sincerity.

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