Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 176

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Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 176

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Stay out of this, Blackwell,” Julian called out

I heard footsteps before I opened the door.

Then Ethan appeared around the corner, still in yesterday’s clothes-khakis and a polo shirt now wrinkled from sleep.

The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees when he saw Julian.

Julian stood with one shoulder against the doorframe, looking completely at ease in his wrinkled white shirt-my teeth marks probably still visible on his shoulder underneath. His hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it. Or like I had, last night, when he’d-

Stop thinking about it.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you,” Ethan said, positioning himself beside me.

Julian’s lips curved into a cold smile. The kind that meant someone was about to get destroyed. “And what are you going to do about it? Play knight in

shining armor again?”

“If I have to.”

“Interesting.” Julian straightened, and I saw the predator in him surface. The man who’d built an empire before he was thirty. “Tell me, Blackwell-did you fuck her yet? Or are you still waiting for your chance?”

“Julian- I started, horrified.

“Because I’m curious,” he continued, his eyes locked on Ethan like a wolf sizing up prey. “Did she tell you about last night? About how she came apart under my hands?” He paused, letting the words sink in. “How she begged for more?”

Ethan’s face went white, then red. A muscle ticked in his jaw. “You son of a bitch-

“She didn’t tell you?” Julian’s smile widened, cruel and satisfied. “How I had her against the bathroom mirror, making her watch herself come? How wet she

got when I told her she was mine?”

I wanted to die. Wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

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“Stop it!’ I screamed.

But Julian kept going, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. Each word was a knife, precise and deliberate. “She’s never come for you, has she? Never will. Because only I know how to make her lose control. Only I know exactly where to touch her- he demonstrated with his hand, a gesture so obscene I gasped,

‘–to make her forget her own name.”

Ethan lunged.

His fist connected with Julian’s jaw with a sickening crack that echoed in the hallway. Julian’s head snapped to the side, and I saw blood spray from his split

lip.

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Chapter 176

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For a moment, I thought he’d go down.

He didn’t.

Instead, he straightened slowly, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at the blood, then at Ethan.

And smiled.

“There it is,” he said softly, almost pleased. “The real you.”

Then he moved.

I’d never seen Julian fight before. In three years of marriage, I’d seen him in boardrooms, in bed, in every state of dress and undress. But never this.

He moved like violence was second nature-fast, precise, brutal. No wasted motion. Pure efficien

He grabbed Ethan’s shirt, twisted, and slammed him against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. The impact made the framed

landscape painting rattle.

“You want to know why she’ll never be yours?” Julian’s voice was deadly quiet, his face inches from Ethan’s. “Because every time you touch her, she’ll be thinking of me. Every time you kiss her, she’ll remember how I taste.” He leaned closer, and I saw Ethan’s eyes widen. “You’re just a placeholder, Blackwell. A

poor substitute for the real thing.”

Ethan drove his knee up toward Julian’s groin.

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