Chapter 335
Evelyn discreetly glanced at Julian in the driver's seat. She couldn't shake the feeling that his gaze held a trace of discomfort.
Julian's eyes revealed a tangled mess of guilt and tenderness, his emotions laid bare.
Intrigued, Evelyn wondered what secret Julian was about to reveal.
Lost in thought, she suddenly blurted out, "Julian, you never had a thing with Victoria before, did you?"
The car jerked to an abrupt stop.
"Of course not!" Julian answered, his voice laced with shock.
Before he could elaborate, the sound of metal crunching against metal echoed from behind them, cutting their conversation short.
Evelyn's face drained of color. "Julian, did we just get rear-ended?"
"Yeah, but it's minor. Evelyn, could you wait on the sidewalk while I deal with this?" Julian instructed.
Heart pounding, Evelyn stepped out and spotted a sleek sports car behind them.
Then, a woman emerged from the driver's side—elegant, poised, and radiating an effortless sophistication that immediately caught Evelyn's attention.
Something about her felt strangely familiar.
Relieved that the other driver wasn't some aggressive man, Evelyn exhaled slightly.
She stood by the roadside, watching as Julian and the woman exchanged words. Their striking looks made them seem like they belonged in a high-fashion ad.
As Evelyn studied the woman’s graceful demeanor, realization struck.
A quick search on her phone confirmed it—this was Genevieve Winslow, a singer whose music Evelyn adored.
Not quite a household name, which explained why Evelyn hadn’t recognized her right away.
Excitement bubbled up. Should she ask for an autograph?
Moments later, Julian and Genevieve exchanged contact details before she drove off in her sports car.
Julian pulled over and reassured Evelyn. "It was just a fender bender. Insurance will handle it. You can get back in."
As Evelyn settled into her seat, she couldn’t contain herself. "Julian, did you just get her number?"
"Yeah, WhatsApp. Easier for follow-up. Though honestly, it was my fault for stopping suddenly."
Evelyn hesitated, then asked, "Did you think she was pretty?"
Julian arched a brow, considering his answer before turning to her. "She's alright. But you? You're breathtaking."
No one could compare to Evelyn—her kindness, her wit, her beauty.
Julian adored her, and it showed.
Evelyn bit her lip. "I wanted to ask for her autograph, but I chickened out."
"Autograph? She’s famous?"
"Sort of. A singer who keeps a low profile. But she’s even more stunning in person. I’m a huge fan."
Julian hadn’t pegged her as a celebrity. Interesting.
Watching Evelyn’s admiration for Genevieve made him oddly uneasy. Was she… starstruck?
Once home, Julian parked and cleared his throat. "Evelyn, there’s something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Don’t mention to Alexander that I drove you home and we got rear-ended. You know how explosive his temper can be."
Evelyn blinked. "Is he really that bad? He’s always been gentle with me."
Julian sighed, ruffling her hair playfully. "Alexander only softens for you. Sebastian and I got chewed out plenty growing up."
Evelyn smirked. "Probably because you two were troublemakers."