Too Late to Ask Too Late to Love (Julian and Eleanor) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Eleanor felt a sudden wave of discomfort wash over her.

For the past seven years, whenever she was at home, Julian had never once come back to Blackwood’s Villa. His absence was a silent rule, an unspoken boundary she had reluctantly accepted.

Yet today, his footsteps echoed steadily as he climbed the stairs, completely ignoring her presence. He didn’t spare her a single glance, and when his voice finally reached her, it was sharp, distant, and unmistakably cold.

“The ‘Mural’ already has its lead. Stop wasting your time on me. It’s pointless.”

His tone was dismissive, a clear signal that he wanted no part of whatever she was clinging to. Eleanor’s heart sank, but she forced a bitter, silent smile. She had entered the entertainment world solely to be closer to him, to have any excuse to cross paths. Each time they met, she had bared her heart openly—confessing feelings, suggesting collaborations.

And every single time, she had been turned away.

If Julian had only looked more carefully, he might have noticed the countless love notes scattered like fallen leaves at his feet, each one a testament to her devotion.

But now, Eleanor was ready to erase those seven years of unrequited affection. She was finally letting go—truly, completely.

After tearing up the last of her love letters, Eleanor stepped back inside from the quiet solitude of the garden. She was taken aback to see Julian dressed in soft, casual loungewear—a rare sight that softened his usual commanding presence.

Slowly, she approached him. In this relaxed attire, Julian seemed almost vulnerable, reminiscent of the younger man he once was, carrying a lazy, aristocratic charm.

He was briefing the butler, instructing him to hire a chef skilled in Spanish cuisine—a strange choice, considering neither of them enjoyed Spanish food.

Julian caught her watching but showed no interest in what she had been doing outside. As he turned toward the staircase, his voice was flat and unyielding.

“Sophia will be moving in tomorrow. I hope you two get along.”

Eleanor froze, her fingers tightening into fists at her sides.

In the past, hearing about any woman even speaking a word to him would have sent her running to his side, desperate to understand what she lacked.

But now, meeting Julian’s heavy, unreadable gaze, she swallowed her pain and forced a submissive smile.

“Don’t worry, Julian. I will.”

There was no need for him to test her, no need for warnings.

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