Kaleb couldn''t help b


    but think. I''m a good guy. I listen to my wife. I love her-what''s the dealparing me to that jerk Julian?


    At that moment, Kaleb had no clue that his own nickname for his brother-inw, Julian, was starting to sound more and more like something Anya would say.


    Just then, Kaleb''s phone rang. He nced at the screen, his expression turning strange. He quickly stole a nce at Anya, then stood up and walked. into the corner to answer the call Julian Kaleb said.


    Julian''s voice came through. "Kaleb, where are you?"


    Tm at Anya''s Lounge, with your sister."


    "I''ming 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''reing 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 just said, "Alright,e 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


    Kalebzily waved his phone in the air. "Your brother."


    Anya''s brows furrowed, her face twisting with an obvious distaste for Julian. What does he want?"


    Her eyes


    narrowed even further, turning into a warning as she red 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 butugh, but there


    was a


    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 her name, "Rosalie?"


    But there was no response.


    "Rosalie Anya called again, her voice more insistent this time.


    Finally, Rosalie turned her head towards her, her eyes hazy and clouded by the effects of alcohol, a faint, seductive kind of confusion hanging in her gaze. Her eyelids were slightly drooped, theers of her eyes and brows flushed a deep red from the alcohol.