I Stopped Fighting for Love, and Love Finally Fought for Me novel Chapter 10

He lowered his eyes, his fingers navigating precisely into WeChat to find Willow's contact.

Her profile picture popped up.

It was a photo of Willow and Julian.

The background was a field of flowers. Julian was wearing an ugly shirt with an ugly smile plastered on his face.

Willow was leaning against his shoulder, her smile radiant and her eyes filled with innocence.

The man's gaze locked onto the picture.

He didn't blink. His pitch-black eyes were like two bottomless pools, swallowing all light without a single ripple, leaving only an unfathomable gloom.

After a long moment, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a scoff escaped his throat.

"Ugly."

Sebastian, who was fixing his hair in the vanity mirror, absentmindedly replied, "Huh? It's not that ugly... Though compared to you, obviously, there's no contest..."

The man ignored him.

His finger hovered over the profile picture for a long time before finally swiping down to her feed.

All the posts were from over a year ago.

The sunlight in the photos was always bright. There were pictures of stray cats she met on the street, carefully plated dinners, adorable daily snaps of her daughter... and Julian.

Lots of Julian.

From behind, from the side, looking down... all taken from candid angles that secretly harbored the photographer's cautious, joyful affection.

The man's breathing stopped completely in that moment.

He stared at the screen, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the thin phone, the pale blue veins on the back of his hand bulging one by one.

The next second.

He pinched the corner of the phone with two pale, slender fingers.

He rolled down the window and extended his arm outside.

The wind messed up the hair on his forehead.

With an expressionless face, he dropped the phone, perfectly landing it in a nearby trash can.

"Holy crap!"

Sebastian whipped his head around, his eyes wide with shock. "B-Boss? Why did you throw my phone away?"

Jude had already pulled his hand back.

He didn't even glance outside, merely taking his time to smooth out every wrinkle on his cuffs.

"It was dirty."

He spoke, his voice heavy with exhaustion.