Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Julian’s jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth grind.

Behind me, Ethan made a sound–half laugh, half wheeze. “She’s right, you know. You’re pathetic.”

“Ethan, shut up,” I hissed without turning around.

Julian moved forward. I pressed my hands harder against his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my palms.

*Julian, I already called 911,” I said quickly. “The cops are coming. If you touch him again, if you don’t stop right now, they’re going to arrest you.”

It was a lie. I didn’t have my phone. But Julian didn’t know that.

His eyes flickered–just for a second. Calculation replacing fury.

“You called the cops on me?” His voice was soft. Too soft.

“Yes.” I held his gaze. “Because you’re out of control. Because I can’t–I can’t do this anymore.”

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then Julian’s hands dropped to his sides. He took a step back, his chest still heaving.

I should have felt relief.

Instead, I just felt… empty.

I knew what I had to do. What I needed to do to end this before someone got seriously hurt.

I took a breath. Forced myself to think clearly.

Julian was angry because of his possessiveness. Because he saw another man touching me. If I wanted to defuse this, I had to… God, I had to play into that.

Had to make him feel like he’d won.

It made me sick. But what choice did I have?

I stepped forward, my hands sliding up his chest. “Julian.”

His eyes snapped to mine, still dark with rage.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

‘Elena-

“I don’t want him.” I moved closer, until I could feel his breath on my face. ‘I’ve never wanted him. I only want you.”

“Now.” My voice was firmer. “Before he changes his mind.”

Julian suddenly grabbed my face, both hands cupping my cheeks, and kissed me. Hard. Possessive. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me in front of

the entire fucking street.

I felt humiliated. Degraded.

But I kissed him back. Wrapped my arms around his neck. Let him devour me.

When he finally pulled back, I was breathless. Dizzy.

“Let’s go home,” he said quietly.

Before I could respond, he bent down and lifted me into his arms. Like I weighed nothing. Like I was something precious instead of something he’d thrown

away a short while ago.

He carried me to the waiting Bentley and placed me inside before shutting the door.

Through the window, I watched him standing there. Watching me with an unreadable smile.

And I thought: ‘Ethan, please. Please stay away from me. I can’t let you get hurt because of me.‘