What Do You Want To Talk About

Evelyn stepped out of the Aethelgard Industries building.

Her eyes quickly scanned the street for Alexander's car.

It was nowhere to be seen.

There was no sign of him either.

A slight frown touched her brow as she pulled out her phone to call him.

Just then, a voice cut through the air behind her.

"Evelyn. Stop looking. I'm right here."

Julian's tone was annoyingly familiar.

Her expression hardened instantly.

Without turning, she spun on her heel and began walking away.

She was determined to ignore him.

Julian hesitated only a second before striding after her.

He grabbed her wrist firmly. "Evelyn, wait! I need to talk to you."

She wrenched her arm free with a sharp, dismissive flick.

Her voice was ice. "What is it? Didn't I make myself perfectly clear on the phone?"

Her face was a mask of indifference.

All warmth was gone from her eyes as they met his.

Julian stood frozen, taken aback by her stark coldness.

He hadn't expected this.

It was strange. He'd only seen her yesterday.

Now, seeing her face again, his heart gave a peculiar lurch.

He had always known Evelyn was beautiful.

He knew every detail: her radiant smile, her gentle gaze, the way she always looked at him with affection.

Her smile used to be a soft greeting, a reminder of their bond.

Had he simply grown bored? Was that why he'd pulled away?

Now, faced with her distance, a strange thrill shot through him.

It felt like being thrown back to their beginning. When everything was new and exciting.

Evelyn watched him stare into space, impatience weighing her down.

"Julian, what do you want? I have work to do."

He snapped back to the present.

A forced, charming smile appeared on his face. "Evelyn, we really need to talk. Let's find a quiet place."

His expression turned persistent. "If you refuse, I'll just wait here until you agree."

Frustration tightened Evelyn's chest as she looked at him.

She could already feel the tension of this encounter.

If they weren't right outside her workplace, with colleagues passing by, she would have slapped him then and there.

She took a deep, calming breath.

"Fine. The café nearby. Let's make this quick."

Julian's face brightened instantly. A satisfied grin spread across his features.

He knew it. Evelyn still cared. She couldn't have completely let go.

She had always been soft-hearted. A little coaxing was all it would take.

Last night, after digging into Alexander Blackwood's background, a bitter knot had twisted in his gut.

Even in his sleep, memories of his five years with Evelyn haunted him.

He woke up with those memories clinging to him like a comforting ache.

He missed her so much he called the moment he woke up.

He knew, deep down, he couldn't let her go.

And how could she marry a man in a wheelchair? Just to get back at him?

The thought twisted his stomach. Guilt gnawed at him.

He was determined to pull her out of this mess.

Evelyn, however, was tense. Julian's sudden appearance was no coincidence.

Without wasting a second, she typed a quick message and sent it.

They sat at a table in the quiet café. The air between them was thick with tension.

Evelyn raised a brow, her impatience clear. "Well? What do you want to talk about?"

Julian's gaze softened as he stared at her. His eyes were filled with longing.

"Evelyn, I've thought of nothing else all night. I know you're married to Alexander now. But for the sake of what we had... If you divorce him, I'll be here for you. What do you say?"