His Belated Love for the Abandoned Ex Wife novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285 The Tyrant

As Julian bent down to change his shoes, he frowned deeply. Pointing at the pair of high heels tucked under the shoe cabinet, he snapped sharply, “Get those out of here. Throw them away.

“Yes, sir,” the housekeeper replied softly, pot daring to question hita. She quickly picked up the cxpensive heels and headed outside.

Vivian’s hiumped. She stood up, flustered, and tried to explain, “I only just bought those-I must have forge

hem away properly. The housekeeper didn’t notices”

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uld finish, the heels were already carried out and dumped into the trash bin outside the

nto the living room, loosening his tie as he went.

rvously from the couch, swallowed, and forced a smile. “Julian, you’re back. Dinner’s ready- st waiting for you to join us.”

her a cold glance and didn’t respond.

crossed the room toward the st eup and rather flashy dresses.

e stopped and turned, his voic

Lily nodded quickly. “Yes, Vi

Julian’s expression hard When you come in

“We’re not dirty

Julian tur

Ove

Idenly noticed both Vivian and Lily were wearing full

vo been out?”

opping earlier.”

ne out like chips of ice. “How many times do I have to say it? nup and change before sitting on the furniture.”

g herself, a strained smile on her face.

ange the sofa covers. Now.”

d gone through hundreds of sofa covers, dozens of curtain sets, and one could count. The staff were used to it by now. “Right away, Mr. ponded respectfully.

once more-and suddenly darkened.

ng him anxiously, as if walking on eggshells.

coffee table, picked up the vase, and demanded angrily. “Why are these flowers erday’s?”

stily, “Julian, they’re the same kind-I picked them out myself this morning. Every stem fully.”

ess yellow rose,” Julian

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se and simply let it drop.

flowers scattered everywhere.

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Chapter 285 The Tyrant

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Everyone flinched.

They were almost used to scenes like this by now-but beneath the numbness simmered a steady undercurrent of frustration.

Julian issued another cold order. “Arrange a new bouquet. Same vase, same flowers–not a single petal out of place.”

Ever since Julian had moved back into Rosehill Estate, the place had turned into something like a sterile lab. The household staff had grown from one to eight, all dedicated to daily cleaning and order.

The maids now took reference photos of every room before cleaning, afraid to disturb so much as a dust particle.

Cup and plate patterns had to align perfectly. Glass surfaces and tables must show no smradges or fingerprints. Every detail was governed by his rigid, almost manic sense of order-even the placement of the doormat couldn’t be a millimeter off.

His germophobia and obsessive habits had been slowly driving everyone in the house

wall.

Caleb had eventually moved

Our unable to take it anymore.

up the

Harold and Irene couldn’t stand the tension and retreated to their own home. Even Beatrice found an excuse to visit relatives back in her hometown, leaving only Lily and Frederick and Vivian behind.

Household staff had been replaced over a dozen times

After three years, Lily too had reached her limit. No matter how deep her affection had once been, daily life under such conditions felt like a form of slow torture.

After Iris left, Lily’s depression had gradually lifted, and her injured leg had healed.

When Julian returned to Rosehill Estate, she’d thought her long-awaited happiness had finally arrived.

But during these three years by his side, she hadn’t felt a moment of real peace-only a relentless, grinding strain on her nerves.

Julian had changed. Now he inflicted that strain on everyone around him without exception.

Several staff rushed in, knelt down, and began clearing the broken glass and wilted flowers.

Lily finally snapped. She marched up to Julian, clenched her teeth, and shouted, “I am not redoing those flowers today, you-”

Before she could finish, Julian’s eyes turned dark. He grabbed her by the throat.

Lily gasped in pain, her hands flying up to clutch at his wrist. Fear flashed in her eyes as her breath grew shallow.

Vivian went pale, her limbs weak with fright. “Julian, what are you doing?! Let go of her! Are you trying to kill her?”

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