"ARE YOU trying to steal my father from me?"
Winter blinked rapidly. "Where did you get that idea, my lord?"
To be honest, he didn't like where the conversation was headed.
After all, it already happened in the past.
Winter and Julian had already had this kind of conversation.
I can't believe it's happening again.
"My father isn't a kind person, Winter."
"That's not true, young lord. The lord is kind…"
Winter didn't get to finish defending his father because Julian glared at him.
Oh, I should have just kept my mouth shut.
"You're talking as if you already knew my father more than I do," Julian said in an eerily calm voice. But despite the "calmness," the bitterness in his tone was also clear. "But maybe you do. After all, my father talked to you more in the few days that you were here than he talked to me for the last few years."
Oh, darn.
Winter couldn't really deny it since he knew that his father was awful to Julian in the past.
