My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 302

Have I Ever

~Katia~

The boxes sat unopened on the low table near the window for most of dinner, a kind of silent centerpiece nobody seemed willing to address directly until the main course had been cleared and the wine had loosened something in the room.

It was David, surprisingly, who brought it back up.

“So,” he said, gesturing vaguely toward the boxes with his glass, “are we opening those tonight or saving the suspense?”

“After dessert,” Martha said quickly, the way a woman protected a moment she had been planning all day.

Delia set her fork down with more force than the gesture required.

“I still want to know,” she said, her voice carrying just enough edge to make David glance at her, “what Julian brought.”

The table went quiet.

Martha’s eyes moved to Julian with the same bright, expectant interest she had shown at the front door, as though she believer enough silence might still produce a different answer than the one he had already given her.

“I told your mother already,” Julian said, setting his own glass down with a quiet click against the table. “Nothing.”

“You could have brought something,” Delia said. “Anything.”

Julian looked at her.

He did not raise his voice. He did not lean forward or perform any of the small gestures people used to signal they were taking a moment seriously. He simply looked at the table, at all of us, his expression entirely level.

“Have I ever brought gifts before?” he

questioned.

Nobody answered immediately, because the question was not really a question. It was a statement dressed politely enough to

pass as one.

“In two years of attending dinners in this house,” he continued, “have I once arrived with anything beyond myself? am asiting honestly. I would like someone at this table to correct me if my memory is wrong.”

Martha opened her mouth, then closed it again.

“No,” Delia said quietly. “You have not.”

“Then I am not certain why tonight required a departure from that pattern,” Julian said “I did not activexas ting, as overg built around exchanges. I arrived because I was invited and because Katta asked me to.”

I felt several pairs of eyes shift toward me at that, but I kept my attention on Jultan, who had not so that a glan direction since he started speaking He is literally telling them he is here because of me

“Some men,” Jude said smoothly, breaking the silence with the easy, practiced charm he wore like 4 stund unt giving it is not a competition, Windsor ”

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“I agree,” Juban said “it is not which is why I find it interesting that the only person at this table creating dan one is alterų across from me with four boxes on a side table

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“I only meant,” Jude said, “that some of us were ratsed to believe a gift was an expression of tegard. Perhaps that u which simply did not take root in your family the same way”

“Perhaps it did not,” Julian sand, entirely unbothered “My family expresses regard differently. We tend out to tents 49 audience for it ”

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The remark landed with a quiet precision that made David choke slightly on his wine, and Martha’s hand drifted up to touch the pearls at her throat, the same instinctive gesture she had been making all evening whenever the conversation grew sharper than she had planned for.

Delia stared at her plate.

I watched her jaw work silently, the muscle there tightening and releasing, and understood that whatever Julian had just said about audiences had landed somewhere far more personal for her than it had for anyone else at the table. Two years of watching him give nothing, dressed up tonight as a philosophy rather than what it had actually felt like to live inside.

“Well,” Martha said, recovering with the speed of a hostess determined not to let her dinner collapse into something unrecoverable, “I think dessert is ready. Shall we move to the sitting room?”

Nobody objected.

We rose from the table in the strange, careful silence that followed an exchange everyone had heard but nobody wanted to discuss further, and as we filed toward the sitting room where the four boxes were still waiting, Julian fell into step beside me for just a moment, close enough that only I would hear him.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured. “I have never needed a box to prove anything to anyone.”

“I know,” I said.

“Good,” he said, and stepped ahead of me into the room where Martha was already reaching, finally, for the ribbon on the first

box.

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