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Chapter 136

Julian’s POV Post)

The bar was getting louder by the minute, but I barely noticed.

I sat slumped in the leather booth, a half–empty glass dangling between my fingers. Empty bottles littered the table, and the sharp smell of alcohol hung in the air. My friends had been talking for a while, but their voices sounded distant. I kept drinking, hoping the alcohol would silence the thoughts tormenting me. It wasn‘ working.

“Should we call Vivienne?” someone asked.

“Why would we call her?” another replied. “You know Julian can’t stand that woman. Their marriage was a business arrangement from the beginning. He barely acknowledges her unless he has to.”

“Then who are we supposed to call? His secretary?”

Austin shook his head. “What about Camila? She’s the one he actually cares about.” At the mention of her name, my fingers tightened around the glass.

“Camila?” someone scoffed. “Didn’t they break up? Besides, I doubt she’d come. She’s probably moved on.”

“Still, it’s worth trying,” another friend suggested. “You heard him earlier. He’s been calling her name all night. I’ve never seen him this miserable.”

“Fine. Use his phone and call her.”

Someone reached across the table and picked up my phone. I didn’t bother stopping him. I was too busy staring at the amber liquid in my glass. A moment later, he frowned. “It’s not going through.”

“Try again.”

He did, but the result was the same.

“She blocked him,” he announced.

A few of them exchanged surprised looks., “Damn. That’s cold.”

“Don’t give up yet,” another man said. “I’ve got her number saved. I’ll call from mine.”

My friends continued their little rescue operation while I poured myself another drink. The next attempt failed too. “Blocked!” the man exclaimed, staring at his phone.

Austin let out a frustrated sigh. “Try with another number.”

One of them shook his head. “What’s the point? She’s clearly avoiding him and all of us”

“Honestly, Camila is heartless,” someone muttered. “Look at the state he’s in, and she can’t even answer a

call.”

“Lord Julian ttreated that woman like a queen. What more did she want?”

“Exactly! Even after getting married, his heart was still with her. She should consider herself lucky he loved her that much. Being his other woman wouldn’t have been a bad deal.”

“Watch your mouth,” Austin warned, though his tone lacked much conviction. “He’s already in a terrible state.”

I heard every word, but I said nothing. They knew nothing about what had happened between Camila and me. They didn’t know how badly I’d hurt her, or how many times I’d assumed she would eventually forgive me. I’d

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convinced myself she couldn’t live without me. Now she wouldn’t even take my call. I raised my glass and swallowed the drink.

hould we call his assistant?” someone suggested. “I still have her number.”

“Go ahead,” Austin replied.

They made the call. I vaguely remembered that my previous assistant had been dismissed after the ugly confrontation with Vivienne. I hadn’t bothered finding out what happened to her afterwards.

The person on the other end seemed surprisingly eager to help.

“Of course! I’ll be there right away!”

Austin raised his eyebrows. “Well, that was quick.” Nobody said anything more. They returned to their drinks, occasionally glancing in my direction as though waiting for me to do something other than drink.

About thirty minutes later, the private booth curtain was pulled aside.

“I’m here.”

I lifted my heavy head at the sound of a woman’s voice. A familiar–looking woman stood at the entrance. My friends turned towards her, and I noticed their expressions change. She looked remarkably like Camila.

“That’s his former assistant, isn’t it?” Austin muttered, studying the woman who had just entered the booth. “Nora Bennett. I remember her. She used to accompany him to some of our gatherings.”

I struggled to lift my head. Nora. The name sounded vaguely familiar. She had worked for me before Vivienne caused a scene and got her fired. I hadn’t given the matter much thought since then.

“She does look a little like Camila,” another friend remarked.

“Not quite,” Austin said. “Maybe from a distance, but Camila has something about her that this one doesn’t.”

I couldn’t be bothered with their discussion. My head was spinning, and all I wanted was another drink.

Nora approached the table with a polite smile. “Lord Blackwell, you’ve had quite a bit to drink. Let me take you somewhere you can rest.”

I looked at her face. For a moment, the features seemed familiar, and a name slipped from my lips. “Camila…”

Nora didn’t correct me. “Come on,” she said gently, slipping an arm around me. “Let’s get you out of here.”

Austin helped her pull me to my feet. “Are you sure you can manage him?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll take him to a hotel so he can sleep off the alcohol.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

I barely registered their conversation. My legs felt unsteady, and the room seemed to tilt every time I moved. With Nora supporting me, I was eventually helped out of the bar and into her car.

The drive was a blur. I remember her asking if I was comfortable and adjusting the air conditioning. At some point, I felt her hand brush against mine, but I was too exhausted to pay attention.

When we arrived at the hotel, she helped me upstairs and settled me on the bed. I groaned, pressing a hand against my aching temples.

“Camila…” I didn’t know why her face kept appearing in my mind. Perhaps it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was the loneliness I’d been trying so hard to drown.

My phone vibrated on the bedside table. I reached for it with some difficulty. Gregory Blackwell. My father. I almost ignored the call, but I knew he wouldn’t stop until I answered.

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“Where the hell are you?” His voice was sharp. “You’re not at the office?”

I closed my eyes. “I’m busy.”

“Basy doing what? Your assignment in Australia has been finalised. I expect you at the company immediately. Your flight leaves this evening.”

I rubbed my temples. “Do I have a choice?”

“No. The arrangement is settled. Get yourself together and report to the office.” The call ended. I stared at the phone before dropping it onto the mattress. Australia: So it was really happening.

I had barely put the phone down when Nora spoke. “Lord Blackwell, that was your father?” I gave a tired od “Sending you all the way to Australia when you’ve barely had time to recover? That’s rather harsh.”

I said nothing. She moved closer, her expression sympathetic.

“I know I no longer work for you, but I still feel terrible about how things ended at the company. You were always good to me, and I never thought I’d be dismissed that way.”

I remembered Vivienne’s outburst. She had made accusations against Nora and demanded that I fire her. At the time, I hadn’t considered how unfair it might have been.

“If you don’t mind,” Nora continued, “I’d like to accompany you to Australia. I can help you settle in and take care of things while you’re there.”

I turned towards her. “Why would you do that?”

She smiled, then moved to sit beside me. “Because I want to. You gave me an opportunity when you hired me. I haven’t forgotten that. Besides, I don’t mind the inconvenience. I’d rather be there to help you than sit around wondering how you’re managing.”

Her voice was soft, almost affectionate. I studied her face. There was a resemblance to Camila, though it wasn’t quite the same. Camila’s eyes had a certain brightness that could hold my attention even when she was saying something completely ridiculous.

But Nora’s face brought back memories I hadn’t realised I was holding on to. I remembered the times Camila would ask if I was okay. She used to do it repeatedly, especially when I was buried in work. I’d always brushed her off. Not now, Camila. I’m busy.

Sometimes she’d wait for me to finish, only for another meeting or phone call to take me away. There were occasions when I’d promised to spend time with her and forgotten entirely. She had been patient. Too patient. I had always assumed there would be another opportunity to make it up to her. Now she wouldn’t even answer my calls.