ELARA
I was looking through an old scrapbook I had made in my earlier years when a knock sounded on my door.
“Come in…” I called weakly, thinking it was one of the staff coming to clear the table—a tray of good things I hadn't even devoured a quarter of.
But it was Julian, a frowning Julian. I dropped the scrapbook, my brows pinching as I took in his countenance. “Jul, what is the problem?”
I watched him inhale deeply and exhale, as if he was trying to control himself. And even before he finally spoke, I knew that whatever he wanted to say was related to my pathetic ex-husband and his family.
“Shawn is here.”
My only reaction was a c**k of my brow.
“Should I let him inside? I thought to send him away, let the guards deal with him, but I thought you would want to know…”
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