My Husband's Old Flame Got Divorced

: I Do What I Say

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When the conversation fizzled out, the others just randomly changed the subject.

The rest of the dinner was just polite small talk. I couldn't be bothered to listen, so I escaped to the restroom for some peace and quiet.

Warm water rushed from the faucet. In the mirror, my own pretty face was filled with confusion.

'I've met the new girl, we've had our breakup sex... I'm supposed to be making my exit now.'

'It was supposed to be a perfect 'new-replaces-old' love-triangle drama. I even delivered my lines according to the script, but this guy is refusing to play his part.'

What on earth was Julian Sterling playing at? I was getting more and more confused.

When I sat back down, I realized Eleanor Wynne was gone.

As for Julian Sterling's friends, they had walked in with 'ready for a show' looks on their faces. But now? Now they didn't dare to even glance my way.

My mind was racing with questions, and I completely lost my appetite.

But Julian Sterling was still in character, continuing to place food on my plate and hand me napkins.

'If we're breaking up, let's just break up! Stop dragging it out!'

I had a stomach full of things I wanted to say, but I could only curse him out in my head.

...

The sky darkened, and the baffling dinner finally came to an end.

We hadn't even reached his parking spot when I couldn't hold it in any longer. I grabbed the sleeve of Julian Sterling's custom-tailored suit.

"Julian, don't you have anything to say to me?"

The man, forced to a halt, turned his head and thoughtfully considered my words.

Finally, he gave me an answer.

"Nothing I want to say, no. But there's plenty I want to do."

He smiled faintly, his narrow, upturned eyes crinkling into a handsome crescent shape.

In an instant, his large hand reversed our positions, pulling me back toward him.

And just like that, I was in the car with him again.

Fifteen minutes later, we were home.

About 100 seconds after that, things became exquisite.

"Nora, you see? I always do what I say I'm going to do."

Julian Sterling put a heavy, deliberate emphasis on the word "do."

"..."

'I'm begging you, please just shut up.'