JULIAN’S POV
The scent of Lilian’s perfume lingered as I stood in front of my office door. It was a mixture of jasmine and berries, one of Lilian’s signature scents.
The scent should have grounded me and reminded me of why she had been here, but it didn't because this time, her presence hadn't helped to calm the storm like it usually did. Still, I tried to act like I had everything under control.
But then my gaze landed on Mason.
And every illusion of control went straight to hell.
He was braced against Zoella’s desk, his tie loosened and he was wearing a self-assured grin on his face which made my blood boil.Her head was tilted toward him, just slightly, like she was listening to something clever he’d said.
But her eyes weren't on Mason, they were on me and with the open curiosity
