Chapter 65
Of course, Kaleb wouldn’t dare voice his sarcastic thoughts in front of Anya–being the loyal husband he was.
Kaleb gave Anya a serious nod. “Right.”
“Good, then he’s a dead man walking. Anya declared flatly, her gaze returning to Julian
At that moment, Julian’s entire focus was on Rosalie’s injured foot. He didn’t even register his sister’s dramatic threat. He was too busy tending to the delicate situation in front of him
Meanwhile, Anya, noticing the deep furrow in Julian’s brows and the flicker of panic in his eyes, raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. She turned to Kaleb, whispering. “What’s he doing now? Didn’t he claim he didn’t love Rosalie? Look at him now, all tight–lipped and nervous. Who’s he trying to fool?”
Anya couldn’t help but scoff at Julian’s ‘self–absorbed demeanor. Every time she saw him, she felt an urge to slap some sense into him.
Of course, in all of Hasmond–and probably the whole country–only Anya would dare to do such a thing.
Kaleb shot a silent glance at Anya, before his eyes lingered on Julian. He pondered, Julian’s behavior right now doesn’t look like someone who’s sick
of Rosalie. Not at all
“Is he too close to the situation to see it?” Kaleb finally concluded.
Anya wasn’t having any of it. She pursed her lips in disdain. “What, ‘too close? He’s just being pathetic. Rosalie’s not putting him on a pedestal anymore, and now he’s all flustered”
“You’re right, babe, Kaleb agreed without argument, though inwardly, he couldn’t help but sigh.
