Chapter 85: Between Control and Confession
The city lights of New York flickered beneath the glass walls of Julian's penthouse, casting reflections that danced across the polished marble floor. It was past midnight, yet neither of them had gone to sleep.
Scarlett stood near the window, her arms wrapped around herself, her reflection faintly visible against the dark skyline. She had just returned from a late shoot, her body exhausted, but her mind refused to rest.
Behind her, Julian sat on the edge of the couch, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on her back.
"You came home late," he finally said, his voice low but firm.
Scarlett exhaled slowly. "It was a night shoot. You knew that."
"I was not informed it would extend this long."
She turned around, her brows slightly furrowed. "Since when do I have to report every detail of my schedule to you?"
Julian stood up, his tall figure immediately filling the space between them. "Since your safety became my responsibility."
