Chapter 164

Julian Roscente studied Evelyn Roland's guarded expression, his gaze flickering. "Evelyn, I sincerely apologize for speaking ill of you in the past."

He bowed deeply.

Evelyn sidestepped the gesture.

Her eyes swept over the transformed man before her.

"Mr. Roscente, isn't this a bit excessive? You don't even bow this low to your own father. Why the grand gesture for me?"

"I'm still alive, no need for funeral rites just yet."

Julian choked back a laugh.

Leaning against the wall with one knee bent, he flashed a roguish smile.

"Evelyn, you've grown sharper in the past year. You're far more vibrant now. Leaving toxic people really does wonders for self-improvement."

Evelyn arched an eyebrow.

"Julian, there's a top-tier hospital down the street. I suggest you get a neurological exam. Your behavior is... concerning."

Bewilderment crossed his face.

He'd offered a genuine apology—how had it been mistaken for insanity?

"Evelyn, I'm perfectly lucid. Can't you see how much I've matured? Even my father acknowledges it."

Her lips curved without warmth. "Of course he'd say that. But what does your growth have to do with me?"

Julian faltered.

"Have dinner with me tonight? As an apology." His gaze held sincerity.

Evelyn tilted her head. "Mr. Roscente, unsolicited kindness usually masks ulterior motives."

He stiffened.

In Evelyn's memory, Adrian Valentine's inner circle had always scorned her.

Julian had been particularly vocal with his disdain.

Though she'd never retaliated, the slights had registered.

Some relationships demanded equal footing.

That's why Adrian had kept their marriage hidden.

"Evelyn, I was an idiot back then. I've changed. Can we start over? I swear I'll treat you better than Adrian ever—"

"Stop." Evelyn raised a hand. "Julian, your old self was fine. Don't envy maturity—it's born from scars."

"You've lived in privilege. Why chase world-weariness?"

"And let's be clear—there are no slips of the tongue, only truths revealed. Your contempt was real."

Julian fell silent.

Words, once spoken, couldn't be unspoken.

Evelyn knew better than anyone—some fractures never mend.

Forced reconciliations remain hollow.

Those who walk different paths shouldn't force company.

As she turned to leave, movement caught her eye—Isabella Langley and Adrian Valentine approaching.

Julian followed her gaze, then hurried after her without greeting the newcomers.