Catherine's POV
Julian had seen the picture, opened it, and decided to act like it meant nothing.
At breakfast, he sat across from me, scrolling through his phone like I didn't exist.
I kept convincing myself the picture wasn't even that good, maybe that's why he didn't care. I mean… if it was attractive, Julian wouldn't act indifferent towards it.
Every bite of my toast felt heavier. I could feel his presence beside me, the sound of his spoon scraping against the bowl, the scent of his cologne and yet it was as if he was miles away. When I finally looked up, he was already pushing his chair back, grabbing his car keys, and walking out without a single word.
Fuck you, Julian Vaughn. Acting like he hadn't seen me half-naked on his phone last night.
Gabriel gave me a curious look from across the table. "Are you okay?"
I forced a small smile and nodded.
He must have noticed, the way I was chewing that sandwich like I had a personal problem with it.
