His Camera Loved My Best Friend Chapter 09

His Camera Loved My Best Friend Chapter 09

The next morning, I put on a new floral dress.

It was a bold, bright orange-red.

The sales associate said my skin was fair and the color made me look radiant.

I didn’t know if she was telling the truth.

But I didn’t care.

Back then, Julian had glanced at my closet full of colorful clothes and clicked his tongue.

“Cheap taste.”

So to match his so-called refined taste, I replaced everything with black, white, and gray.

Back then, I chased Julian desperately.

Like chasing my own light.

But looking back now, that wasn’t light.

It was fire.

Fire that burned the self away.

So this time, I didn’t want to listen to anyone else’s opinion.

I would no longer doubt or belittle myself because of what someone said.

Even if my taste was cheap.

Even if it didn’t suit me.

Mason texted me.

“I’m almost there. Take your time. I’ll wait downstairs.”

I picked up my bag and left.

But I didn’t expect to see someone unexpected the moment I stepped out of the elevator.

Julian.

The skin beneath his eyes was dark.

He looked like he hadn’t slept all night.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up with shocking brightness.

But the next second, he deliberately turned his head away.

His tone was awkward.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

I looked at him.

With one glance, I guessed what he meant.

Julian probably thought that since he had lowered himself enough to come find me, I should be grateful and apologize.

If this had been before, maybe I really would have done what he expected.

Not now.

Julian stared at me for a few seconds.

Then he spoke in a tone that sounded like compromise.

“Fine. Let’s say I was wrong.”

“Are you bothered about me and Vanessa?”

“I can explain.”

“Nothing happened between us.”

“You can check if you don’t believe me.”

He handed me his phone.

I spaced out a little.

If he had been this honest on the day I first found out about the photos.

Or even the next day.

But I shook my head.

“No need.”

People talked about broken mirrors becoming whole again.

But I believed people were either never broken, or never whole to begin with.

Even if nothing had happened between him and Vanessa, the thorn in my heart would never disappear.

“Julian, whatever happened between you and Vanessa doesn’t matter anymore.”

Hearing that, Julian sighed in relief.

“Then pack up. We’ll go back.”

“Or if you want to stay here a few more days, that’s fine too.”

“I’ll stay with you.”

“That dress looks good on you.”

“I can go shopping with you.”

These were things he never would have said before.

But I felt nothing.

Instead, I interrupted him.

“What I mean is…”

“You and she don’t matter to me anymore.”

The smile on Julian’s face froze.

He stepped forward, about to say something.

A Range Rover pulled up smoothly.

Julian saw Mason and narrowed his eyes.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

“The one from last night?”

Julian’s voice was edged with ice.

“Leah, you’re breaking up with me because of him?”

I frowned.

“No.”

But Julian didn’t believe me.

He gave a cold laugh, strode forward, and grabbed me, trying to drag me away.

“Come back with me.”

“I can overlook what you’ve done.”

Before he could touch me properly, someone stopped him.

Mason shielded me behind him, his expression cold.

“What are you doing?”

Julian glared at him.

The atmosphere grew more and more tense.

I caught Mason’s arm.

“Let’s go.”

Maybe that word triggered Julian.

He repeated it in a low voice.

“Let’s?”

The next second, he rushed forward, grabbed Mason, and swung a punch.