He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 197

"Scarlett! Julian! Open the door! I know you're in there!"

Yardley had hung out with Julian at the old quarter in the past, so he had easily found the location of the old house.

Standing in the torrential rain, he furiously banged on the door, screaming at the top of his lungs, desperate to ensure the people inside could hear him.

Hearing the commotion, Julian instinctively furrowed his brows.

He walked slowly to the courtyard, sliding the bolt open on the wooden gate. Yardley stood there in the downpour, completely drenched, water dripping steadily from his sharp jawline.

His deep eyes were bloodshot, glaring at Julian with a violently cold intensity.

"What are a man and a woman doing alone in there?"

Yardley's voice was hoarse, thick with repressed fury.

"Julian, I'm warning you, don't cross the line!"

Before Julian could respond, Yardley shoved him hard in the shoulder and stormed inside without a second thought.

He threw the front door open, his eyes frantically sweeping the room before locking onto a familiar figure.

The warm yellow light bathed the room, making it look incredibly cozy.

Scarlett was sitting quietly at the wooden dining table.

She was wearing a simple, elegant blue-and-white plaid cotton pajama set. The loose collar slipped open slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone. A few damp strands of hair clung stubbornly to her radiant skin, giving her a slightly fragile, fresh-out-of-the-shower look.

She was holding tightly to a blue-and-white porcelain bowl. Her calm, expressive eyes were currently filled with suppressed anger and a cold, repulsed distance.

Seeing her like this, Yardley felt like a needle had been driven straight into his heart. The cocktail of jealousy and regret was driving him to the edge of madness.

"It's the middle of the night. What exactly is your problem now?"

Scarlett's voice was icy, completely devoid of emotion.

A cold smirk tugged at the corner of Yardley's mouth. He marched right up to her, his gaze snapping back and forth between her and Julian.

"You're alone in a house with Julian, and you're asking me what my problem is?"

"Scarlett, don't you think you owe me a reasonable explanation?"

"I brought Scarlett here simply because it was the closest place to get her out of the rain."

He paused, his tone sharpening slightly.

"I'm not as despicable or as morally bankrupt as you think I am, to try and get involved with my friend's wife. But you... I'm not so sure. At the very least, what I just showed you on my phone proves you don't have much of a moral compass."

"In your eyes, it's totally fine for your wife to get caught in a storm, but your cousin can't. Is that right?"

Julian's questions cut deeper and deeper, entirely siding with Scarlett and striking right at Yardley's worst insecurities.

Yardley's face grew uglier by the second. He stood in silence for a long time before finally speaking, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"So, now you're seeking justice for my wife?"

"Julian, I didn't realize when exactly you started defending my wife more fiercely than you defend your own?"

"Why haven't I heard a single word of concern for Sylvia from you this entire time? Instead, every word out of your mouth is breaking your heart for my wife?!"

Furious once more, Yardley took a step forward and grabbed Julian by the collar, his eyes burning with unrestrained rage and jealousy.