Chapter 501
Julie's POV
The private chauffeur was waiting for me at the edge of the corridor, standing beside the midnight-black Mercedes with the practiced, immovable patience of a statue. The second he caught sight of me, he stepped forward and swung the rear door open without a single word. I climbed inside, sinking back into the leather seat as my voice rasped with exhaustion, asking him to take me back to Robert's house.
The car melted smoothly into traffic. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, letting the city blur past my eyes without truly seeing a thing.
He is entirely wrong for you. It is mathematically impossible for the two of you to survive together.
