Page 186 of King of Sin
Chapter 25 Break Up With Her
By the time evening arrived, Juliet finally returned home.
Even as she stood outside the mansion, her hands trembled slightly at her sides. She stared at the familiar building in silence, suddenly feeling as though she were standing in front of a stranger's house rather than Cassian’s.
She didn't want to go inside.
She didn't want to face Cassian.
But after standing there for several minutes, she slowly released a shaky breath and forced herself to walk in.
She didn't stop in the living room.
Instead, she headed straight upstairs. Her footsteps slowed as she approached the bedroom, and for a brief moment, her hand hesitated on the doorknob.
Then she pushed the door open.
The moment she stepped inside, she froze.
The entire room was bathed in a soft golden glow.
Warm, dim lights illuminated every corner while dozens of candles flickered gently throughout the room, their flamesdancing softly and casting moving shadows across the walls. Fresh flowers were arranged everywhere, filling the air with a delicate fragrance. Despite the lingering ache in her heart, the atmosphere felt unexpectedly warm and intimate.
Juliet slowly stepped farther inside, her eyes sweeping across the room in stunned silence.
Then she saw the bed.
It was completely covered in gift boxes.
Dozens of them.
She instinctively slowed, almost unable to believe what she was seeing. Drawn forward as though in a trance, she walked toward the bed, her fingertips brushing lightly over one of the beautifully wrapped packages. Her gaze moved from one box to another, growing more astonished with every passing second.
Every single package carried the logo of an internationally renowned luxury brand. Some names she recognized from magazines, while others belonged to brands so exclusive that she had only ever heard wealthy socialites mention them in passing.
Yet now, all of those impossibly expensive gifts were piled across their bed, waiting for her.
As Juliet slowly walked toward the bed, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind.
She stiffened at once, caught off guard.
Before she could even turn around, a familiar scent enveloped her, warm and unmistakable. She didn't need to look back to know it was Cassian. His broad chest pressed firmly against her back, his muscular body surrounding her completely, leaving no distance between them.
A second later, she felt him lower his head. His warm breath brushed softly against her ear before his lips gently pressed against the sensitive skin beside it.
"I'm sorry about last night," he murmured.
His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a trace of exhaustion and fragility she had rarely heard from him. As he spoke, his arms tightened around her waist, almost desperately, as though he feared she would disappear the moment he loosened his hold.
"I shouldn't have said those things to you." He paused, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply, as if drawing comfort from her presence. "I'm sorry, Juliet."
Juliet heard every single word.
Yet the coldness in her expression didn't soften in the slightest.
Her face remained distant and unreadable as she lowered her hands to the ones clasped around her waist and began prying them away, finger by finger.
"You didn't have to do all this," she said quietly, her voice carrying neither anger nor warmth as her eyes swept across the extravagant gifts scattered around the room.
