Chapter 61
Kaleb couldn't help but think, "I'm a good guy. I listen to my wife. I love her—what's the deal comparing me to that jerk, Julian?" At that moment, Kaleb had no clue his own nickname for his brother-in-law was starting to sound like something Anya would say.
Just then, Kaleb's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, his expression turning strange. Quickly stealing a glance at Anya, he stood and walked into the corner to answer. "Julian," Kaleb said.
Julian's voice came through. "Kaleb, where are you?"
"I'm at Anya's Lounge, with your sister."
"I'm coming over. Let's have a drink."
Kaleb's response was a silent sigh, his mind racing as he looked back at Anya. He pondered, You're coming over? It's definitely not just for drinks. Your sister could probably kill you for this—no joke.
But Kaleb, ever the pushover when it came to Anya's wrath, kept that thought to himself. Instead, he said, "Alright, come on over."
After hanging up, Kaleb returned to his seat, only to be met with Anya's sharp gaze, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized him. "Who was that?" she asked.
Kaleb lazily waved his phone. "Your brother."
Anya's brows furrowed, her face twisting with obvious distaste for Julian. "What does he want?" Her eyes narrowed further, turning into a warning as she glared at Kaleb. "Don't get too close to him. If he leads you astray, you'll be in big trouble with me."
Kaleb couldn't help but laugh, but there was a nervous edge to it.
After her warning, Anya turned her gaze to Rosalie, who had been quietly sipping her drink, her expression unchanging at the mention of Julian. Anya couldn't shake the feeling that something about Rosalie's silence seemed off.
Anya called out, "Rosalie?"
But there was no response.
"Rosalie," Anya called again, her voice more insistent.
Finally, Rosalie turned her head, her eyes hazy and clouded by alcohol, a faint, seductive confusion in her gaze. Her eyelids were slightly drooped, the corners of her eyes and brows flushed a deep red.