Chapter 97

The hairdryer let out a short pop before shutting off completely, and all of a sudden, the room went totally silent. Julian set it down and gently turned Anna toward him, not saying a word. Instead, he just pulled her hand into his. Her hand? What was he looking at her hand for? "You hit Ethan today, didn't you?" Julian glanced up at her, catching the flicker of surprise in her eyes. He went on, "Megan said she found him in the garden—with two bright red handprints on his face." Actually, from what Megan described, it was way more than just handprints—the guy looked like he got whacked with a frying pan or something. Anna's face went pale as soon as she heard that. Was he about to settle the score for his nephew? "I—I didn't mean to. He was rude first, so I just gave him a couple of light slaps. Really light. Barely touched him," she rushed to explain, worried Julian wouldn't buy it—worse, that he'd try to avenge Ethan with a slap of his own. "Good job." "What?" Anna blinked at him, to