Adrian’s face suddenly turned ashen. Julian didn’t bother to appreciate his guilt and got up, walking out without realizing he was heading towards Vanessa’s place.
He stood in the snow for a long time.
Alcohol washed away his reason. Julian went upstairs, hesitating as he raised his hand to knock, but finally let it fall.
The moment the door opened, Vanessa frowned, unwilling to say a single word before shutting it. Julian didn't stop her, his voice quick, "What's your relationship with that ex-con?"
Without even a moment’s pause.
The door swung open again.
Vanessa was both angry and anxious, filled with sorrow and hatred, and slapped Julian hard.
The narrow, turbulent room was a mess.
Many things had been knocked over. Vanessa had nowhere to retreat and was pinned against the love
