Seeing a relationship end in such a miserable, ugly way was undeniably agonizing for her.
Julian hadn't loved Sylvia, yet the betrayal and the subsequent divorce had still left deep scars, ones that kept him awake on restless nights. Scarlett, on the other hand, had given her entire soul to her marriage.
He sighed softly. Seeing her eyes closed, he reached into the backseat for a soft blanket and draped it gently over her.
She had clearly fallen asleep, but her head kept lolling uncomfortably against the seat. She shifted her posture several times, her brow furrowed in distress.
He quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. Reaching out with his right hand, he carefully cupped the side of her head, giving her a steady place to rest.
Instantly, her brow smoothed out. A faint, peaceful smile touched her lips, revealing a glimpse of the sweet, adorable girl she used to be.
Unable to resist, he pulled out his phone, snapped a close-up picture of her sleeping face, and sent it to Bill.
"Zachary, look. She still sleeps exactly like she did when she was a kid."
Bill replied almost instantly: "In love?"
Julian offered a dry chuckle to the empty car and typed back a string of ellipses: "..."
Bill sent a voice message shortly after: "The financial markets in Country A are volatile right now, and the domestic economy looks promising. I'm planning to move my capital back home. Keep an eye out for worthwhile investments for me."
Julian paused, then typed: "Interested in a multi-billion-dollar cultural tourism project?"
"I could be," came the reply.
Julian smirked, glancing over at Scarlett, a new plan already taking shape in his mind. "Alright, wait for my word."


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