The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 223

"Why didn't you dry it?"

Jocelyn replied, "I didn't feel like it. My back is absolutely killing me."

Julian: "You should have brought someone with you. You shouldn't have driven this far all by yourself. It's like you constantly forget that you're pregnant."

Jocelyn: "I didn't forget. I was just so overwhelmed by the news that my mother might still be alive, I wished I could grow wings and fly here."

But the result...

Jocelyn's chest tightened again.

She prayed their guess wasn't wrong.

She prayed God would take pity on her, after twenty-eight years of desperately longing for her mother.

Julian went into the bathroom.

Jocelyn assumed he was going to wash up.

Instead, he came back out with a hairdryer.

"You can't go to sleep with wet hair. It needs to be dried."

His dead-serious, no-nonsense tone was almost endearing.

Jocelyn smiled and reached for the dryer.

Julian: "Didn't you say your back aches? I'll do it for you."

Jocelyn froze.

That didn't seem entirely appropriate...

Julian: "Just consider it your boss showing some appreciation for a pregnant employee."

Jocelyn was still hesitant.

But Julian had already plugged it in, holding it ready.

Jocelyn scooted over to him.

Julian quietly began drying her hair.

His touch was light, his movements incredibly gentle, never once tugging hard enough to hurt.

Jocelyn suddenly remembered.

Back when she was with Adrian, she had always fantasized about him doing romantic things for her.

Like drying her hair.

It turned out, he never did a single romantic thing for her.

But he sure did plenty of screwed-up things.

Now that another man was doing it, she couldn't allow herself to overthink it.

After all, this man could never belong to her.

Ethan: [So right now... you two are together?]

Julian: [She's sleeping right next to me.]

Ethan left him on read, completely spiraling.

After some deep contemplation, he gritted his teeth and replied.

[Sir, no matter what you do, I've got your back. And don't worry, even if they held my feet to the fire, I would never sell you out.]

Julian's lips curved into a smirk.

[Mudslide. Heavy rain. The hotel is completely booked, and there was only one room left. But luckily, it's a room with two beds.]

Ethan couldn't have cared less about how many beds there were.

[Sir, just asking quietly... what's it like being in a room alone with my idol?]

Julian turned his head, gazing at the woman sleeping so peacefully, his eyes filled with nothing but tenderness.

Jocelyn's lips moved as she murmured something in her sleep.

At first, he couldn't make it out.

It wasn't until the word "Mom" slipped past her lips that Julian's heart suddenly ached.

He fully understood just how desperately Jocelyn longed for the word "Mom."

He only hoped he could make her dream a reality.