After leaving the hotel, Julian returned home. In the evening around 10 pm as he lay on his bed, scrolling through his phone, trying to find some public Information about his enemies . His eyebrows arched when it suddenly vibrated. Seeing that Scarlett was calling, he paused for a moment.
He had forgotten that Scarlett was in the hotel ballroom during the shooting. He wondered if she had made it out safely amidst all the chaos and panic.
He answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear.
“Hey, Julian,” Scarlett’s voice came through, soft but concerned.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”
Julian couldn’t help but grin, leaning back on his bed. She asked how he was doing. Was she worried about him now? He didn’t expect that. Honestly, Scarlett had always been aloof and cold toward him at first. It was hard to believe that now she could tolerate him like this.
It was almost as if… she cared about him all of a sudden.
“Aw, look at that,” he couldn’t stop himself from te
