There was some distance between Julian and Eleanor.
She couldn't tell whether the red wine had blurred her vision or whether Julian's expression was simply that cold.
Eleanor always felt that Julian stood before her like an iceberg.
Julian was looking at her.
He didn't move.
She had expected to see mockery and contempt in his eyes, but in truth his eyes were frozen, showing no emotion at all.
"Julian, you're here!"
When Cassandra saw Julian arrive, she waved to him.
Only then did Julian shift his gaze away from Eleanor.
He sat down beside Cassandra, passing Eleanor as if he were unaware she was there.
Julian said nothing.
Eleanor said nothing.
Cassandra had thought Julian would at least say something when he saw Eleanor drenched in wine.
Instead, he didn't.
His silence please
