Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 56

"Rumor has it he was forced to come back and inherit the family empire after an injury. My god, isn't that literally the plot of a billionaire romance novel?"

Julian... The Lawrence Group...

Hearing that name, Eliza's mind involuntarily summoned the image of the gentle, aloof figure from Claremont Island.

She remembered his focused, tender gaze as he treated her wounds.

So, he came from such an illustrious background.

"Do you know where he is now?" Gwen continued her excited gossip over the phone.

Just as her words trailed off.

A clear, steady sound of brakes cut through the heavy rain, stopping on the street just a short distance away.

Eliza's gaze was instinctively drawn to it.

The car door opened, and a long-handled black umbrella emerged first, opening up to block the relentless storm.

Then, a tall, imposing figure stepped out of the car.

Holding the black umbrella, the man walked steadily through the sheets of rain toward her.

The dim yellow streetlights and misty rain blurred his features.

But they couldn't hide the innate cold, aristocratic aura he carried.

He drew closer and closer.

Eliza stared at him blankly, the phone still pressed to her ear.

On the other end, Gwen was still chattering away, "Eliza? Are you listening? Do you know where Julian is right now?"

Eliza's gaze passed through the drifting rain.

Watching the man walking toward her.

Her throat suddenly felt a bit dry.

She spoke into the phone, her voice as light as a sigh, or a murmur in a dream.

"I know now."

He looked at her standing there dazed, a faint smile rippling in the depths of his eyes.

But Eliza didn't catch the deliberate hidden meaning in his words.

The corners of her lips curled up naturally into a bright smile. "What a coincidence, Julian. I actually work right here."

She pointed to The Chelsea Academy sign behind her.

She paused, then instinctively asked, "When did you get back to Riverport?"

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.

She gently bit her lower lip, wishing she could swallow the sentence whole.

Who was Julian?

The heir to The Lawrence Group. When he returned or what his schedule was had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Asking so eagerly made it sound like she was complaining about him not contacting her right away.

The atmosphere instantly turned somewhat delicate.

A faint heat crept up Eliza's cheeks. To hide her embarrassment, she quickly averted her gaze, pretending to watch the traffic on the road.