Willow couldn't make heads or tails of the random message. Too lazy to even think about it, she simply swiped and deleted it.
Five minutes later, Julian contacted her again, but this time he called.
As soon as the line connected, he spoke coldly. "Didn't you see my text?"
Willow didn't want to fight with him. "I saw it."
"You saw it and you didn't reply?"
"What address?"
"What do you think? Didn't you ask Genevieve for this yesterday?"
Reminded by him, Willow finally recalled that Genevieve had indeed mentioned having her and Julian go back to the estate together. But because she hadn't wanted to go, she hadn't taken the matter to heart.
"I didn't ask Genevieve for anything, and I don't need it. I don't need you to pick me up, and I won't be sending you my address."
"What, did you think I was going to pick you up personally?" Julian sharply caught the wording in her sentence and immediately began to mock her. "You really are overthinking it. Of course, I'm sending a driver."
Willow couldn't be bothered to argue with him. "Then don't send a driver."
"Willow, don't you think you're overacting?" Julian sneered. "You need to know when to stop playing games. You don't have what it takes to make me pick you up myself."
Willow had absolutely no idea how his mind jumped to that conclusion. She spoke in a cold voice. "I never thought that."
In the past, she wouldn't have dared to. In the future, she wouldn't need to.
He was a man who, after three years of marriage, didn't even know her home address. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him from now on.
"Suit yourself."
With that, Julian hung up the phone.


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