He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 510

Without missing a beat, Julian slipped on a fresh pair of gloves. With practiced, effortless precision, he shelled the crayfish one by one, dropping the succulent meat into the small bowl in front of her.

In her marriage, Scarlett had always been the one peeling seafood for Yardley. He had never once lifted a finger to do something like this for her. Yet Julian did it so naturally, as if taking care of her was just a basic part of his daily routine.

Stunned, Scarlett watched his hands move. "Julian," she murmured, "you're so fast at this. You must have peeled a lot of shrimp for someone else before, huh?"

Julian's lips curved into a devastatingly handsome, captivating smirk. "No. Besides my mom, just you."

Rendered entirely speechless, Scarlett's heart did a chaotic flip. She quickly averted her eyes, staring at the television screen, but the sudden, furious blush creeping up her neck completely betrayed her.

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Just past midnight.

The spiked orange juice Morris handed over was snatched up by Melanie, who threw her head back and downed it in one go. Having spent years partying abroad, she immediately recognized what Morris was offering. She knew exactly what it was, and she welcomed it.

It was a private party. At Sylvia's exclusive mansion. If you didn't completely let go, what was the point? For wealthy socialites who had tried every thrill money could buy, cheap booze just didn't cut it anymore. They needed something heavier to truly hit the ceiling. Melanie had been desperately waiting for everyone to drop their pretentious acts and just go crazy. She was more than happy to lead the charge.

Minutes after the juice hit her system, a feverish, hallucinogenic euphoria washed over Melanie. Ripping the mask off her face, she grabbed a microphone and stumbled to the absolute center of the dance floor, grinding her hips to the deafening beat.

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