I Heard His Heart But Lost Mine Chapter 07

I Heard His Heart But Lost Mine Chapter 07

I headed for the front door and slipped on a pair of shoes. 

Julian stepped in front of me before I could reach the handle, blocking the door. “Where are you going?” 

Yesterday had spooked him. The divorce, the suitcase – he 

was still rattled. 

I saw the alarm in his eyes and didn’t want another version of last night. So I lied. 

“I’m going to work. There’s a meeting today- I can’t miss 

it.” 

Julian studied me for a beat. The tension in his face eased. 

“Then I’ll drive you.” 

I didn’t argue. I could catch a cab to the airport after he dropped me at the office. 

We got in the car. A few minutes into the drive, Julian brought 

up Chloe. 

“Do you really hate her that much?” 

Every time, he’d tell me to stop being insecure. I had no idea 

what answer he wanted from me now. 

Every time, he told me to stop being insecure. I had no idea what answer he wanted from me now. 

I turned toward the window. “Hate her? No. Actually, I’m kind 

of grateful to her these days.” 

Julian’s head snapped toward me. His voice came out tight. 

“Grateful for what?” 

I rubbed my temples. “I’m glad she’s around to look after you. 

Honestly, it’s a relief.” 

Julian’s breathing turned shallow. He forced a smile, but it 

came a beat too late. “Audrey, you’re just jealous again.” 

He didn’t know what to do with me like this. Calm wasn’t part 

of our script. 

Right on cue, his phone lit up. Chloe. Julian glanced at me. 

“Should I answer?” His eyes searched mine, waiting for the 

reaction. “You can hang up for me if you want. Say the word and I’ll cut her go.” 

I reached over and tapped the screen to answer without 

blinking. “If she’s calling, it’s probably important. Let’s hear 

it.” 

Julian froze. His eyes reddened, and I could almost see the panic building behind them. 

Chloe’s voice filled the car, breathy and sweet. “Julian, my arm 

still really hurts. My friend says it looks infected. Can you 

come check on me?” 

Julian said nothing. But his inner voice was already begging. 

[Hang up. Come on, baby, hang up the phone.] 

[Tell me you don’t want me going to her. Say you’re jealous. 

Just say it.] 

[And I’ll drop her. I’ll cut her off completely – I swear I will.] 

His inner voice was practically shaking with hope, waiting for 

me to take the bait. 

I pointed to the curb. “Pull over here. Go see Chloe. I’ll grab a cab the rest of the way.” 

Julian ended the call without a word. 

He opened his mouth, closed it. Nothing came out. 

When he finally managed to speak, his voice came out thin. “Fine. Then I’ll go to Chloe’s. Might even stay the night.” 

I smiled. “Okay.” 

Julian pounded both fists against the steering wheel. The horn 

blared, loud and furious. 

“Get out. Get the hell out of my car!” 

Relief flooded through me. I opened the door and stepped out 

onto the curb. 

Julian scrambled out after me, but I was already climbing into a cab I’d just flagged down. “The airport,” I told the driver. 

Julian’s voice followed the cab down the street, getting fainter with every word. 

“Get out of that cab. I mean it – don’t come crying back to 

me.” 

Even now 

kind thing. 

— 

even at the very end – he couldn’t say a single 

And that made it easier to go. 

I turned off my phone and pulled out the SIM card. 

No more decoding what he really meant underneath what he actually said. I was done translating Julian.