He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 507

Scarlett was sitting on the plush rug in Julian's living room, devouring a late-night feast of spicy crayfish when the message chimed.

She hadn't eaten a single bite all day. It wasn't until the crisis was finally somewhat managed that she allowed her heart to stop racing. Her phone sat on the coffee table, the screen lighting up. Because her hands were covered in disposable plastic gloves and soaked in chili oil, Julian reached over and swiped the screen open for her.

The photo popped up. It was Yardley, half-naked in a swimsuit, absolutely surrounded by fawning, scantily clad women.

The fragile peace Scarlett had just managed to scrape together vanished. Her chest burned with a heat far more intense than the spices stinging her lips. Of course. Yardley never missed a chance to support Sylvia. He went out of his way for her, always eager to please, even willing to compromise his pristine public image to parade around in swimwear just to hype up her party.

Scarlett's hands froze. Her eyes turned to absolute ice. "He really has no heart, does he?"

"What kind of father goes to an exclusive, raunchy pool party while his daughter is lying in a hospital bed?"

Julian's eyes darkened, a cold, dangerous fury swirling in his gaze. He felt every ounce of the bone-deep disgust and heartbreak radiating from her.

Losing her appetite entirely, Scarlett ripped off her gloves and dictated a text back to Gordon. [Go ahead. Start.]

Upon receiving the text, Gordon casually slid his phone back into his pocket. Flashing his trademark charismatic grin, he sauntered toward Yardley, calling out over the heads of the crowd, "Enjoying the view, Yardley?"

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