Free Web NovelChapter 138: Julian is back
"I can just go with you," Lyvana suggested, not wanting to be left alone in someone’s room.
"What? No way," Emily replied. "Lady Glowen would kill me for stressing you out and making you run around the city. Just go up and rest."
"But what if he comes back?" Lyvana asked, sounding worried .
Emily laughed. "So? You think he would mind? Besides, Ethan said Julian is in Madrid right now dealing with some angry shareholders. He won’t be back until tomorrow at the earliest."
Before Lyvana could argue again, Emily pressed the key card into her hand and headed back toward the elevator. "Relax! Raid his fridge, or something. Just don’t drink any wine, or coffee, or... well you know the drill. I’ll be back soon!"
Lyvana stood alone in the hallway, looking at the card in her hand. She took a deep breath and headed for the top floor.
Minutes later, she stood in front of the heavy doors of the penthouse.
She waited for a spark of memory, or a flash of a previous visit, but there was nothing. It didn’t feel familiar at all.
Should it? she wondered. Had she ever been here?
She swiped the card and the door drifted open.
When she stepped in, the lights came on automatically, revealing a stunning living room.
She stood there silently, feeling like an intruder. The penthouse was silent, except for the hum of the air conditioning.
"A few hours," she reminded herself. "Just wait for Emy, get the card, and leave."
She wandered toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she reached the marble island, she felt something soft and furry brush against her bare ankles.
She jumped, nearly dropping her handbag.
"Oh!"
Looking down, she saw a huge, fluffy, white cat. It didn’t seem bothered by her presence at all. Instead, it sat down on her feet, leaning its warm weight against her skin. Then began to calmly lick the top of her foot.
"Hello there," Lyvana whispered. She reached down to scratch the cat behind its ears. "You are such a cute cat. Are you here all by yourself?"
The cat purred so loudly it vibrated against her toes. It felt nice and comforting. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Feeling a bit more at home, Lyvana looked around the kitchen. On the counter sat a small, leather-bound notebook.
She reached for the notebook, curiosity getting the better of her. It was old, the leather soft and worn at the edges. Julian’s? Obviously.
Just as her fingers brushed it, the cat chose that moment to move between her legs.
"Hey, careful, you —"
Lyvana tried to step back. Her feet caught the edge of the kitchen mat.
The notebook slipped from her grasp. She tried to catch it quickly, but her elbow hit the fancy espresso machine on the counter.
Everything happened so fast. The dark coffee flew through the air and splashed all over her pretty yellow top and jeans.
"Ah!" Lyvana gasped.
The cold liquid soaked through her clothes instantly. It was sticky and freezing. She looked down at the mess. Her yellow shirt was now a dirty brown color.
"Great. Just great," she muttered. She tried to wipe it with a towel, but it only made the stain worse.
She couldn’t stay in these wet clothes. She looked toward the dark hallway. Since he isn’t here, would he mind if I borrow a shirt? freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"First trespassing, now stealing. Good work, Liv," she whispered to herself.
"Stay here," she told the cat.
She walked down the hall and pushed open the bedroom door. The room was massive and looked incredible.
Everything from the deep carpets to the silk curtains was top-notch.
A sudden thought flashed through her mind when she saw the huge bed.
Is this where the twins was made?
Her face turned bright red. She shook her head quickly to get rid of the embarrassing thought.
She hurried away from the bed and into the walk-in closet.
"Wow," she murmured, looking at the rows of perfectly organized clothes. Everything felt so high-quality and expensive. It looked like a small mini boutique.
She found a plain white t-shirt and pulled it out. She quickly took off her wet yellow top and damp jeans, then slipped the shirt on. It was huge on her, the hem reaching all the way down to her thighs.
She looked in the long mirror. The white fabric was soft against her skin, and had a nice scent.
Not bad, she thought, smoothing the hem of the oversized shirt.
She gathered her soiled clothes, bundling them in her arms, and turned to head back to the living room. But the moment she looked up, she froze.
Julian was standing right in the doorway.
He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was wet, probably from a shower. Water droplets rolled down his chest.
God, he looked perfect. Lyvana swallowed hard. Wasn’t he supposed to be in Madrid?
Julian’s eyes traveled slowly down. He looked at his shirt on her body, then at her bare legs.
"I... um. Am sorry. I... I spilled um... coffee," she stammered, then pointed at her stained clothes as if they could save her. "I was just borrowing a shirt."
Julian didn’t move. He just watched her, his gaze intense. "I see that."
"I can take it off!" she blurted out. Then her face turned a deeper shade of red. "I mean, not right now! I mean, I’ll wash it."
A small, dark smile played on Julian’s lips. He stepped into the room, and slowly started walking towards her.
"Emily said you were in Madrid," Lyvana whispered, taking a single step back.
"I was," he said casually. "I came back Twenty minutes ago."
Droplets of water from his damp hair fell onto his shoulders, glistening against his skin.
What do you do when an almost naked man is walking towards you?
No matter how hard she tried to look away, her eyes kept drifting back to his bare chest and powerful build.
Her face felt like it was on fire. She clutched her stained clothes to her chest like a shield.
"I didn’t mean to break in," she said, taking another step back. "Emily forgot my key. She said you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow."
