He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 817

When Julian finally opened the door, he was dressed in a thick white bathrobe. His eyes were slightly unfocused, his skin still flushed with an unnatural heat.

His wet hair clung messily to his forehead. Looking slightly embarrassed, he asked, "Mom, what are you doing here?"

Elara shot him a mild glare. "What took you so long? I was starting to think you'd passed out in there."

Scarlett, standing just behind Elara, subtly let her gaze drift over Julian.

That single glance sent her heart hammering against her ribs.

Julian's classically handsome features looked even more devastatingly striking after his long shower. His attractiveness wasn't aggressive; it was a deeply ingrained, almost intimidatingly refined elegance that commanded attention.

The damp, messy hair falling across his brow gave him a lazy, casual air, yet he still radiated an effortless, aristocratic charm.

Scarlett felt her breath hitch. As if she had been burned, she quickly tore her eyes away from the slight opening of his bathrobe, forcing herself to look anywhere else.

Julian caught her flustered reaction, a subtle thrill of satisfaction sparking in his chest.

Noticing him staring intently at Scarlett, Elara swatted his shoulder. "Are you hungry? I brought some tortellini. Should I boil some for you two?"

Her tone was deeply affectionate, sounding exactly like a mother doting on a pair of newlyweds.

Hearing the mention of food, Julian nodded immediately. "Starving. Make a lot, Mom."

"Will do."

Scarlett quickly chimed in. "I'll come help you, Elara."

"Nonsense, you don't need to help with something this simple. Go sit on the couch and watch some TV. Just wait for me; it'll only take a minute."

With that, Elara practically breezed down the stairs, heading straight for the kitchen. She effortlessly filled a pot with water, turned on the stove, and began dropping in the tortellini.

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