He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 941

The passion of the night stretched well into the early hours. Seeing Scarlett fighting a losing battle against her heavy eyelids, Julian finally relented and let her rest.

Tangled together, they drifted off almost instantly. For Scarlett, it was the deepest, most unbroken sleep she had experienced in what felt like a lifetime. She slept soundly in his arms until late the next morning.

With the shift in their physical relationship, something intangible had also changed. When Scarlett opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze was softer, stripped of her usual businesslike armor.

As they were freshening up, a commotion echoed from downstairs. Scarlett descended the staircase to find Elara bustling inside with her driver and two assistants, their arms laden with bags and boxes.

Before Scarlett moved in, Julian’s house had been a typical bachelor pad—spacious, minimalist, and lacking a certain warmth. Elara, running on pure adrenaline and zero sleep since leaving the hospital, had taken it upon herself to stock their home with every domestic necessity imaginable.

Box after box was carried into the house. If Elara thought they might need it, she bought it.

Looking at the mountain of exquisite groceries and household items, Scarlett felt a lump form in her throat. She remembered when she first married Yardley Flynn. A coworker of hers had also just tied the knot and would constantly brag about the lavish gifts and home-cooked meals her mother-in-law showered her with. Back then, Scarlett had only felt a quiet, hollow envy. From the day she joined the Flynn family, Corinne Quinn had done nothing but scowl at her, barking orders and treating her like the hired help.