Evelyn's POV
That look seemed packed with things he wanted to say—like the words were right there on the tip of his tongue, but he forced them back down. The silence around it felt… oddly heavy.
Whatever that look meant, though, I was definitely going to have to find a chance to smooth things over with him.
Sure, Julian seemed patient with me—borderline indulgent, even. But who in their right mind actually believes the heir to North America’s most powerful family is some kind of saint? If he really did get into a bad mood over this and accidentally exposed my little scheme, then my carefully planned “marital counteroffensive” would probably end before intermission.
The thought alone gave me a headache.
Julian wasn’t exactly easy to fool. The moment those eyes dropped a little and he g
