"I'm fine, Genevieve." Willow refused directly. She then said her goodbyes to Genevieve, stood up, and left. Throughout the entire process, she didn't look at Julian even once.
After stepping outside, she prepared to call a ride. But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone following her. Turning around, she realized it was Julian. He had a cigarette pinched between his fingers, unlit, but the curling smoke from the tip drifted upward, making his sharp features look even more severe.
Willow pulled her gaze back expressionlessly and continued tapping on her rideshare app to hail a car.
Unexpectedly, Julian walked right up to her. "Get in."
"No thanks."
Willow turned in a different direction and kept trying to hail a ride, but it seemed no one was accepting the request.
The Sinclair Estate was far from the city center. Getting here hadn't been too bad—adding a tip usually got a driver to accept the trip. But right now, even after repeatedly increasing the tip, no one was taking the ride. There were barely any cars nearby.
"Weren't you just throwing a fit demanding I come pick you up?" Julian suddenly sneered. "Willow, playing hard to get loses its meaning when you do it too often."
Willow completely ignored him. Coincidentally, the app just showed someone had accepted the ride. She was about to answer the driver's incoming call when, in the next second, Julian snatched her phone away. He hung up the call and powered off the device, all in one smooth motion.
He used to do this to her all the time in the past. Sometimes he would suddenly shut off her laptop. Sometimes he would abruptly cut off her phone calls. There were even times when Willow was in the middle of a meeting and had to pause halfway through just because of him.
Back when she loved him, she felt she could endure it all. She would even mentally justify it, coming up with absurd thoughts like he wasn't wrong, and it was her fault for not considering his needs.
But now that she had jumped out of that so-called cage of 'love', she finally realized just how utterly disrespectful his actions truly were.
Willow's voice was ice-cold. "You have no right to do that. Give my phone back."
Hearing this, Julian looked momentarily confused before letting out a faint smile. "Give it back to you?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he opened the car door and tossed the phone inside. "Get in."


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