Julian’s jaw instantly locked. A lethal flash of pure rage scorched his eyes. "That foolish woman has completely lost her mind."
Elena, lying beside him and facing his direction, flushed deep red from their successive rounds of intimacy, now wore an expression of rising anxiety.
She noticed the drastic, terrifying shift in Julian’s features.
Seeing the panic clouding his little bunny’s face, Julian softened his hand. He wrapped an arm around Elena’s bare shoulders and stroked her cheek with deliberate gentleness to calm her.
Yet, the tone he used when speaking into his phone didn't drop a single degree of its cruelty.
"Listen to me very carefully, Leon," Julian commanded, his voice dripping with frost.
"I am not going to waste a single second of my time dealing with trash like her."
