But without a trace of extra emotion, she turned slightly, avoiding the glaring and ambiguous scene. Facing the sunlight, she continued to carefully wipe the body of the violin. That profile was more indifferent than a hundred rejections and evasions.
Julian suppressed his anger and went downstairs without a word. Rose followed, walking slowly in her high heels. She called Julian several times, but received no response.
Taking the wet wipe from Jerry, Julian first carefully wiped the half of his face that had been kissed, and then wiped the hand that had held Rose.
What angered him most was Vanessa’s indifference.
On her nineteenth birthday, she had earnestly begged Julian for a kiss.
Julian, smoking, had replied indifferently, "Get lost—"
What had her mood been then?
And what was i
