Chapter 61
Kaleb couldn’t help b
but think. I’m a good guy. I listen to my wife. I love her–what’s the deal comparing me to that jerk Julian?
At that moment, Kaleb had no clue that his own nickname for his brother–in–law, Julian, was starting to sound more and more like something Anya would say.
Just then, Kaleb’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen, his expression turning strange. He quickly stole a glance at Anya, then stood up and walked. into the corner to answer the call Julian Kaleb said.
Julian’s voice came through. “Kaleb, where are you?”
Tm at Anya’s Lounge, with your sister.”
“I’m coming over. Let’s have a drink.”
Kaleb’s response was a silent sigh, his mind racing as he looked back at Anya. He pondered, You’re coming over? It’s definitely not just for drinks. Your sister could probably kill you for this -no joke.
But Kaleb, ever the pushover when it came to Anya’s wrath, kept that thought to himself. Instead, he just said, “Alright, come on over”
After hanging up. Kaleb returned to his seat, only to be met with Anya’s sharp gaze, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized him. “Who was that?” she
asked
Kaleb lazily waved his phone in the air. “Your brother.”
Anya’s brows furrowed, her face twisting with an obvious distaste for Julian. What does he want?”
Her eyes
narrowed even further, turning into a warning as she glared at Kaleb, “Don’t get too close to him. If he leads you astray, you’ll be in big trouble with me”
Kaleb couldn’t help but laugh, but there
was a
a nervous edge to it.
After her warning. Anya turned her gaze to Rosalie, who had been quietly sipping her drink, her expression unchanging at the mention of Julian. Anya couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Rosalie’s silence seemed off.
Anya called out her name, “Rosalie?”
But there was no response.
“Rosalie Anya called again, her voice more insistent this time.
Finally, Rosalie turned her head towards her, her eyes hazy and clouded by the effects of alcohol, a faint, seductive kind of confusion hanging in her gaze. Her eyelids were slightly drooped, the comers of her eyes and brows flushed a deep red from the alcohol.
