Leaving You Bereft (Willow and Julian) novel Chapter 69

The door opened, and Julian walked in.

Willow knew it was him. With her back turned, she spoke in a detached tone, “Don’t come here again. Playing the victim after what you’ve done is futile. No one cares for your fake sympathy.”

Julian stepped forward, trying to grasp Willow’s shoulder, but she avoided him.

His hand hovered in midair for a long moment before he finally said in a low voice, “I won’t divorce you. Willow, we have an agreement.”

“I know, I signed for two years. Julian, if you insist on not getting a divorce, then I can wait. In the worst case, I’ll take the money and the shares when the two years are up. It won’t change the outcome.”

Willow looked completely indifferent.

Julian’s voice was heavy with pain. “Willow, it shouldn’t be like this between us.”

Willow retorted, “Then, how should it be? Julian, besides money, what else is there between us?”

By evening, Willow needed to return to her apartment.

As soon as she stepped out of the inpatient building, she saw a black Rolls–Royce Phantom parked by the roadside. Julian stood beside the car in his usual refined manner, a half–burnt cigarette between his slender fingers, looking like he was waiting for someone.

Willow acted as if she didn’t see him and brushed past him.

He reached out and grabbed her arm at once. His dark eyes were deep and unreadable, his voice low. “I want to take you somewhere.” Willow refused, “I don’t want to go.”

But Julian wasn’t letting her say no. He had always been forceful, but this time, there was a rare trace of gentleness. He was afraid she would reject him.

After a moment, Willow sat in the passenger seat. “Julian, I don’t have time to entertain you. If you’re lonely, I don’t mind if you go looking for Catherine or Tegan.”

Julian buckled his seatbelt and turned his head slightly, speaking softly, “Tonight is Christmas Eve, Let’s spend it together.”

Willow remained unmoved.

His voice grew even gentler as he asked, “Do you hate me now? Does being around me make you uncomfortable?”

She responded with a cold sneer.

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He said nothing more and lightly pressed the gas pedal.

Soon, the neon lights of the city came into view. The colorful glow reflected off the luxury car’s body, spilling through the dark–tinted windows, casting flickering hues over the two of them.

The warmth of his fingers had barely brushed against her soft skin before she moved her hand away. Her voice was colder than ever. “Julian, I already told you. I don’t care if you pay for women outside.”

Soon, night fell

At the entrance, promotional posters lined the space, all featuring Willow’s favorite violinist. Julian had spent a fortune arranging a private performance.

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However, he felt that it was worth it if he could see Willow smile.

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