Chapter 504
Julie's point of view
He didn't lift his eyes from the documents, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward into a microscopic smirk.
"You fell asleep yesterday without dinner."
It was a simple, flat statement, delivered without fanfare, yet it carried a profound weight: he had noticed. He had calculated the hours, considered my exhaustion, and likely debated waking me before deciding to let me rest. A sudden, unexpected warmth rushed up into my cheeks.
"I didn't realize you kept score of my meals."
"I keep score of everything." He snapped the file shut with a soft thud and pushed the basket of warm bread toward me with a slow, deliberate slide. "Eat."
As I picked up my fork, I noticed he had quietly slid a plate of cut fruit and a glass of juice beside my setting without me ever uttering a single request. I kept my mouth shut, taking a hesitant bite, then another. It tasted infinitely better than I deserved.
