Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 579

Even after Helene was dragged down the hall, her voice lingered, echoing off the walls.

Julian’s expression was icy. No one could tell if he believed what Helene said, but her words had definitely shaken him.

He walked back into the suite just as Madeline stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from her shower and dressed in soft white pajamas. Noah and Oliver were already settled in, one absorbed in a book, the other glued to a laptop. Both looked up, their faces sweet and focused.

Madeline noticed him right away. “Hey, you’re back. You’ve got a wine stain on your shirt. Go change before it sets.”

Julian just nodded, his face tight and unreadable. “Sure.”

Madeline blinked, sensing something was off. “What happened? Did Helene say something to you?”

He stared at her for a long moment, silent. Helene’s words kept ringing in his mind.

Your father died because of Madeline’s mother.

She’s the daughter of your enemy.

A blood feud.

Those harsh words wouldn’t stop. They echoed in his head, over and over.

“Julian?” Madeline tilted her head, her eyes gentle and worried. “Are you okay?”

Her voice finally pulled him back. He looked at her, then quietly drew her into his arms.

Madeline felt his arms close around her, strong and desperate. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. She could feel how heavy his mood was, how far away his thoughts had drifted.

He held on for a long time, silent and lost in his own world.

Noah nodded. “Yeah, Mommy, Daddy, you have to be happy together. No fighting.”

Madeline smiled, her heart softening at their sweetness. “I know. We really didn’t fight.”

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Julian’s mind was a mess. He had to get out, to keep Madeline from noticing how much her words had gotten to him.

Out in the hallway, Josh and Brady showed up, looking pretty pleased with themselves after handling Christian. They were joking about how they deserved a few bottles of Julian’s best wine as a reward.

As they stepped off the elevator, they saw him. Julian stood there alone, leaning against the wall in his white shirt, head bowed, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

The light above him cast sharp shadows on his face, making him look even colder. There was a chill in his eyes, but underneath it all, a kind of lost confusion.