He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 843

Morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a narrow beam across the floor.

Scarlett didn't sit up immediately. She stayed on her side, quietly watching the man on the sofa.

Julian was wearing soft loungewear, his tall, broad frame awkwardly curled up on the small piece of furniture. He had tucked her in perfectly the night before, making sure she was warm, yet he hadn't grabbed a blanket for himself.

His eyes were closed, his breathing even and restrained, one hand resting habitually on the armrest as if ready to spring up at a moment's notice. The dark circles under his eyes made it obvious he hadn't slept well.

Thinking about how she had slept soundly through the storm while he stood guard, Scarlett felt a soft ache in her chest.

She carefully threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the floor. Grabbing a light blanket from the bed, she walked over and gently draped it over him.

Despite her careful movements, Julian was a light sleeper. His eyes snapped open. It took him exactly one second to transition from groggy to entirely alert.

With her standing so close, their eyes met unexpectedly. "Did you stay up all night sitting here?" she asked softly.

A warm smile reached his eyes. "Yeah. I was worried you'd be scared." He paused, his voice turning nostalgic. "You used to be terrified of storms when you were little. Your brother and I would take turns staying up to watch over you."

Scarlett froze. That must have been when she was very young; her memories of that time were fragmented and blurry. But deep in those hazy recollections, she did remember a boy—Rocky—who treated her just as well as her own brother did.

What shocked her more was that Julian still remembered those moments after all these years.

As they were talking, a sudden knock echoed from the hallway, followed immediately by Stellan's voice through the door. "Scarlett, are you awake? I have urgent news!"

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