Julia’s POV
“Morning, Georgie boy.” I hurriedly kissed his cheeks while he dressed up in his black suit, preparing for work.
“Morning, Julia.” He murmured without sparing me a glance.
It was seven in the morning and the streaks of sunlight was flooding through every opening in the room. I could see the busy street of NYC bustling with moving vehicles and people going on their daily activities. A woman was walking her little boy to school.
George grunted in response, not bothering to turn around. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, and I could practically feel the waves of anger radiating off of him.
I grabbed two hangers from my wardrobe, my mind reeling in anticipation for today’s chores. Operation, meet with Mr. Collins to negotiate getting my restaurant fully opened and f
