He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 635

Julian was objectively stunning—the kind of top-tier handsome that stood out effortlessly in any crowd.

His features were flawlessly proportioned. He had a strong brow bone, a straight, prominent nose, and perfectly shaped lips. The slight upward tilt at the corners of his deep, ink-black eyes gave his face a striking, almost sculpturally artistic impact.

As Scarlett looked at him, she realized it would be nearly impossible to find another man who could blend such cool detachment with profound warmth—such disciplined restraint with underlying passion—so seamlessly.

Julian wasn't accustomed to women staring at him this closely. For the first time, a flicker of self-consciousness crossed his face.

"Is there... something on my face?"

His voice broke the silence, holding a mix of confusion and slight amusement as his gaze met hers.

Scarlett suddenly realized she had been caught staring and quickly averted her eyes. "No, I was just... admiring the view. Has any woman ever told you that your looks are practically a statistical anomaly among men?"

"You're the first," Julian replied dryly.

Scarlett blinked in surprise. "No way. In all these years, no woman has ever told you that you're gorgeous?"

Julian chuckled softly. "No. Because I don't let women sit this close to me."

Scarlett was speechless.

She took a breath, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, you're handsome and incredibly thoughtful. Whoever your future girlfriend is, she's going to be incredibly lucky."

Julian raised an eyebrow. "Future girlfriend?"

Scarlett let out an awkward laugh. "Yeah, I mean, eventually you'll settle down with someone, right?"

Julian rested his chin on his hand, watching her quietly with a half-smile. "Are you implying you plan on seeing other men?"

Scarlett's breath hitched. "I... of course not."

"It's fine. I'll just take it off and have the housekeeper send it to the dry cleaners," Julian said smoothly, sliding the ruined shirt off his shoulders right in front of her.

Flawless, pale skin was suddenly fully exposed to Scarlett's line of sight.

He had broad, powerful shoulders and a lean, V-shaped torso. The sharp definition of his V-lines dipped tantalizingly below his waistband. His muscles were perfectly sculpted—lean, symmetrical, and radiating a quiet, explosive strength.

It was a massive visual shock.

Scarlett's brain practically short-circuited. She stared blankly at the deep grooves of his chest and abs, utterly mesmerized.

Her hand, still gripping the crumpled napkins, mechanically wiped back and forth across his bare chest, but her mind had blasted off into another stratosphere.

In that moment, she desperately wanted to pull out her phone, snap a picture of his physique, and send it straight to Talia Gray. Back in their college days, their favorite shared hobby had been aggressively fangirling over attractive men.