Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Evelyn's POVHe turned his head and looked at me.For a moment, I thought he might actually answer, so I met his gaze, waiting—patient, expectant—but the seconds stretched, and it became clear that he had no intention of explaining anything.And yet—there was something in the way he was looking at me.Something… unreadable.Something that lingered just a fraction too long.…Don’t tell me—No.That would be ridiculous.We hadn’t known each other that long, and it was obvious he’d been smoking for years.He simply didn’t want to say.Fine.Everyone has things they’d rather keep to themselves.We kept walking, turning corner after corner without really paying attention to where we were going, until the streets grew slightly busier, a few late-night pedestrians passing by, the city slowly shifting as we moved closer to its center.And that was when I noticed it.Walking beside Julian felt like walking with something… visible.Not in the sense that people recognized him—but in the way att

Evelyn's POVHis arm slipped around my waist, pulling me firmly against him, while his other hand caught the photographer’s wrist mid-air; with a simple, effortless motion, he flicked it aside, as if brushing away an inconvenience rather than confronting a person.“U.S. law protects freedom of speech,” Julian said evenly, his voice calm but edged with something cold and unyielding, his gaze sweeping across the group like a blade, silencing them almost instantly. “So your lawsuit will most likely fail.”The groom hesitated, momentarily thrown off, his anger stalling as he tried to push back—“What the hell do you mean—”—but whatever he intended to say faltered under Julian’s presence, the words dying in his throat.Without another word, Julian reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a check, the motion so casual it was almost unsettling, as if he were retrieving nothing more significant than a receipt.“If you’re willing to accept it,” he said, placing it forward with c

Evelyn's POVBefore I could react, something warm pressed against my lips—unexpected, soft, insistent.Someone had found me beneath the water.The next second, I was pulled up, lifted out of the pool and into a firm embrace.Air rushed back into my lungs, sharp and overwhelming, and my mind snapped back into clarity—but his lips didn’t leave mine immediately.Julian kissed me with a restrained urgency, his teeth grazing my lower lip just enough to hurt, just enough to ground me, and only when I pushed against him did he finally pull back, reluctantly.“Were you trying to drown yourself over that idiot?”His hand tightened around my waist as he spoke, his voice low, edged with something dangerously close to anger.This was the first time I had seen Julian lose control.And I didn’t understand it.All I had done was stay underwater a little too long—long enough to lose track of time—but the way he had rushed in just now made it seem as though I had been seconds away from sinking for goo

Evelyn's POVI’m not even sure Julian is the right person to talk to.That’s the thing about being an adult. Even opening up takes careful screening. Strangers don’t know your story. Family tends to judge and tell you what to do. In a crowd this big, who actually cares about me, and still knows how to handle it without hurting me?In my world, Maddie is the only person I can lean on. But she’s not here right now.That’s the downside of growing up. No matter how much we care about each other, we still have our own lives to deal with.While I was hesitating, Julian suddenly let go of me. He took half a step back and gave me a calm smile. “Want a drink?”I didn’t hesitate. “Why not.”He let out a soft laugh and walked toward the pool.He’s tall. Solid build. When he pushed himself up from the pool with both arms, water splashed everywhere. He didn’t care at all. Just let the water drip off him as he walked back, holding two wine glasses and a bottle of red.The bottle was brown, long-nec

Evelyn's POVHis tone was so calm, like he was stating something obvious. But his eyes were too focused, too intent, and for a second I couldn’t tell if he was speaking in general… or about me.There was even a ridiculous moment where I thought he might be confessing.I shut that down fast.I didn’t have the energy to sort through that right now.“Then why…” I lowered my head, my voice suddenly very soft. “Why does it still hurt this much?”I’d already done everything you’re “supposed” to do after a breakup. I’d made a mess, cried, smoked, drank. Checked every box. And yet the pain hadn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it felt sharper. Like a rock sitting in my chest, impossible to move.“Pain isn’t something you can avoid.” Julian leaned in a little.His voice dropped, soft and controlled in a way that made the world quiet down around it.I looked up and met his eyes. The same look, so gentle it almost didn’t feel real.“But pain moves through you. It doesn’t stay forever. Every feeling