He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 887

Scarlett had grown somewhat used to Elara’s astonishing lack of a filter.

Beneath her refined, academic exterior, Elara’s true personality was remarkably similar to Scarlett's own mother, Jacqueline. Bold, chaotic, and fiercely protective.

Scarlett offered an awkward shrug, completely at a loss for words.

Elara simply raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "I'm officially assigning you this mission. Find out if my son is a real man or not."

Unable to feign sleep a second longer, Julian forced his eyes open and pushed himself up. "Mom, who exactly isn't a real man?"

"Oh my god, you're awake!"

Elara slapped a hand over her mouth in delight, immediately rushing to his bedside. Her eyes crinkled with joyous relief as she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Julian! Thank god! You've been burning up for days, you nearly gave Scarlett and me a heart attack."

"What were you thinking?! Are you insane? Taking on a cartel boss in hand-to-hand combat by yourself?!"

"What if he had killed you? What if—"

Elara babbled on, her grip tightening around his neck. She was just so incredibly relieved.

Julian had always been the golden child—obedient, brilliant, and fiercely responsible. He never took reckless risks. Hearing he had been in a knife fight was the most terrifying news of her life, and her emotions were completely overflowing.

Before Julian could even get a word in, Elara’s hold on his neck grew suffocating.

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