"What exactly do you mean?"
Adrian wasn't stupid. He exhaled smoke, scrutinizing and contemplating, then chuckled after a moment. "Julian, you're quite something. You couldn't stand her back then, and now you're suddenly smitten?"
This wasn't a big deal.
"What, do you need me to fetch her to ease your boredom?"
With someone like Julian, not denying was often the same as admitting.
Leila hid outside the door, tears streaming down her face. She was fragile to begin with, hadn't experienced such turmoil. Suddenly taken in by Julian, she lost her peaceful life, only to become a plaything they could send back and forth.
But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was Vanessa.
Standing in front of the music store, Vanessa held an umbrella and gazed at a violin inside for a long time.
