Chapter 115

"Mr. Blake!" Megan bent slightly, her tone respectful. Anna turned, half-leaning over the couch, her eyes following the man walking down the stairs. With a teasing grin, she called out, "We're just chatting about girly stuff. What, you wanna join us or something?" Her smirk was pure mischief, like she was waiting to catch Julian off guard just once. But if Julian was that easy to mess with, he wouldn't be Julian. He let out a short laugh, stepped up and gave her chubby cheek a firm pinch. "Girls? You're married—just say women. Don't misuse words like that. Did your English teacher give up on you?" Touché. Anna, the married woman, was totally speechless. She flailed her hands in protest. "Stop! Don't pinch my face—what if it gets even puffier?" Julian didn't slow down, just raised an eyebrow and looked at her like he had a point. "It's already puffed out. Can it even get worse?" Anna: "..." Yeah, no way this conversation was going anywhere good. At that moment, Anna had a painful realiz