He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 629

Julian just smiled and gestured for her to place her hand on his shoulder for balance.

Then, with the gentle care of a true gentleman, he carefully slipped off her painful stilettos, slid her feet into the comfortable slippers, and meticulously adjusted the hem of her gown to conceal them.

Scarlett was naturally tall; even without the heels, she carried the extravagant dress flawlessly.

Julian tucked the silver heels neatly beneath the dessert table, his eyes warm with amusement.

"These slippers are made from eco-friendly, foldable materials. They hardly take up any space, so I brought a pair just in case."

"You rarely wear heels, so I knew your feet would be killing you by the middle of the night. Take a break and let your feet breathe for a bit."

His level of thoughtfulness was simply unmatched.

Scarlett felt a wave of profound warmth wash over her, her heart swelling with an emotion she couldn't even name.

For her entire life, she had been treated like a servant, dismissed as a tomboy, treated as a forgettable background prop, or used as a stepping stone for others... Never once, until tonight, had she been treated like royalty.

She used to think the whole "princess dream" was a ridiculous, unrealistic fantasy for little girls.

She never allowed herself to dream.

But tonight, everything Julian had done for her made her realize just how incredibly wonderful it felt to be cherished, pampered, and deeply protected.

Just as she was lost in this touching moment, a cold, bitter voice sliced through the air.

"I had no idea you were capable of being so attentive. Funny how you never treated Sylvia this well."

Watching the intimate display, Yardley was not only consumed by a fiery jealousy but also deeply perplexed.

In his mind, Julian had always been an unfeeling glacier when it came to women.

He had never seen Julian act so tenderly, so devotedly toward anyone.

And the most maddening irony of all was that the recipient of this devotion was his freshly signed "ex-wife."

Hearing him, the smile vanished from Julian's lips. He slowly stood up, turning to shoot Yardley an icy glare.

"Because I don't like her."

Scarlett was not the kind of woman to take a hit without swinging back twice as hard.

She closed the distance between them, her eyes locking onto Veronica with terrifying, glacial fury.

"If he's picking up your so-called 'sloppy seconds', then what does that make you for clinging to him? Desperate to feed off my leftovers?"

Veronica, who had never expected Scarlett to be so ruthlessly blunt, was instantly choked of words.

Scarlett stared her down, verbally eviscerating her with zero hesitation to protect Julian.

"Let me make this perfectly clear, Veronica. What happened between me and Yardley is none of your business, and it is certainly none of Julian's."

"If you ever dare to run your mouth in front of me again and insult Julian, I will ruin you so fast you won't even know what hit you."

"Try me if you think I'm bluffing!"

Scarlett raised her fist in a mock threat.

Then, right in front of Yardley and Veronica's stunned faces, she boldly grabbed Julian's arm, spun on her heels, and strutted away.