Felix vented all his fury and bitterness on Julia.
When it was over, he reached out, swiftly lowering the car window to let the cool night breeze rush in.
Then, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket. The lighter snapped sharply, and a small blue flame flared up. Wisps of smoke curled upward, swiftly veiling his icy, unreadable expression.
Julia collapsed into the seat, her legs like jelly.
Her hands trembled as she struggled to straighten her disheveled clothes.
Her eyes were swollen and red, her heart heavy with sorrow. Felix, who treat her as a treasure in the palm of his hand, now seemed like a completely different person, harsh and unfeeling.
Was it Adrian's insistence on drinking that soured his mood?
But then another thought crept in, untimely and unsettling. Could it be that
