He sighed, running his hand through his hair. Just as he was about to shove his phone back into his pocket, another message entered.
Serena: [You haven’t been home properly in days. I miss you.]
His jaw tightened instantly.
For a second, he considered ignoring the messages entirely, but eventually, he grabbed his coat and left the office anyway. If nothing else, it was still his house too. He didn't have to stay away even though he hated the person he shared the space with.
An hour later, Julian stepped through the front door of the mansion, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders.
The television was on when he entered and Serena sat comfortably on the couch with a wine glass in her hand, looking like she was having the time of her life.
The moment she saw him, her face lit up.
