He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 698

Thinking of this, she mumbled stubbornly, "Well... then you have to tell me who she is. As your friend, I need to thoroughly vet her for you. We can't have you... falling for another nightmare."

Her voice trailed off, growing fainter by the second. On the last syllable, her head lolled against Julian's chest, and she fell fast asleep.

She was usually so sharp, but right now, she was impossibly dense.

Julian let out a quiet, exasperated laugh at the sleeping drunk in his arms. Tightening his hold to keep her secure, he felt a profound sense of contentment as he walked the rest of the way to the car.

Under the amber glow of the streetlights, their shadows merged into one.

But just as Julian reached the car and reached out to open the door, a dark figure lunged from the bushes.

The man gripped a heavy iron pipe, swinging it viciously straight toward the back of Julian's head!

With Scarlett heavy in one arm and his hand on the door handle, Julian heard the sudden rush of footsteps behind him. Pure survival instinct kicked in, and he violently ducked.

The pipe sliced through the empty air. The attacker let out a surprised grunt but instantly recovered, winding up for a second, brutal strike.

Before the pipe could connect, a shadow exploded from the car parked directly across the street.

Stellan.

In a blur of motion, the bodyguard seized the attacker's wrist, twisted it sharply, and slammed the man face-first into the asphalt, pinning him effortlessly.

Julian, still clutching Scarlett, broke out in a cold sweat. His knees nearly buckled, almost dropping her. Taking a sharp, ragged breath, he steadied himself, yanked the car door open, and carefully placed the sleeping Scarlett in the backseat.

The second the door clicked shut, all the warmth vanished from Julian's eyes.

He turned around, closing the distance in long, predatory strides. Stopping over the pinned attacker, he looked down with lethal detachment.

"Who sent you?"

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