Can't Win Me Back

Julien squinted. Looking at the man's face, he didn't seem like he was lying. He didn't look like he was insulting him, either. Thus, Julien decided to let his guard down.

Since he was a naturally curious person, he couldn't help but probe, "Do I really look like your friend?"

"Very much so, especially your eyes. They're mesmerizing, like a fox's. My friend also had a similar, unforgettable gaze."

The man nodded confidently. His gaze was still fixed on Julien, as he could not take his eyes off of him. "But at a closer look, you only look like him in appearance. Other than that, your expressions and mannerisms aren't alike.

"Sorry... for thinking that you were someone else. I'm really sorry."

"That's alright."

Julien shrugged nonchalantly. "You can tell your friend about this when you get back. After all, it's quite a miraculous thing to know that there is a doppelgänger living in another part of the world."

The man shook his head dejectedly. "I wish I could, but it's not possible anymore.

"He passed away many years ago."

Julien was startled. "I'm sorry to hear that..."

"It's okay."

As Julien was about to get into his car, the man asked, "It's not everyday that we get to meet our fellow countrymen at Bernardia. I was really just wondering... Where are you from?" "I'm from Belbanks."

After answering, Julien got into his sports car and disappeared into the night.

"Belbanks... That person is also at Belbanks."

The glimmer in that man's eyes dimmed as he recalled the elegant face that he saw.

On the drive back, Julien looked at the road that was covered in snow. He recalled the words uttered by that man he had met by chance. A variety of emotions started brewing within him.

He was an attentive person. At the first instance, he was able to remember the name-Blake Holland.

For some reason, his curiosity was piqued. He wondered how much alike he and Blake looked that a man mistook him for someone else that way.

Before he even drove up to the

entrance of the estate, Julien spotted Jonah under the glaring light. He Was standing straight and tall in a wool coat that matched his. His broad shoulders were already covered with a thin layer of snow.

"Jonah!"

Julien got out of the car quickly and bolted over. Like a swallow returning to its nest, he ran straight into Jonah's arms.

Jonah wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into a warm embrace. He chuckled softly, "Did you sneak out for some fun, Foxy?"

"I had no time for fun. I went to get something yummy for you."

Julien pouted and said in a disappointed voice, "I went out to buy desserts from that famous shop. I wanted to give you a sma surprise at breakfast tomorrow morning. But, I guess it's no longer a surprise now." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"My bad."

Jonah placed his hand on Julien's neck and gently massaged him. His eyes filled with affection as he continued, "With you by my side, it's a surprise every day. I'm content enough." Julien narrowed his eyes. "As far as I remember, you were never such a smooth talker. Have you turned bad?"

"It all clicked after I met the love of my life." Jonah looked at him with a gaze full of passion.

Their moist breaths intertwined tenderly with one another's.

Their happiness was a tangible thing that night. Two souls perfectly matched, reveling in a dreamlike state under the soft snowfall.

Their sports car drove steadily through the gates to the estate.

A moment later, a car, with its headlights off, drove out from the darkness quietly. It stopped at the front of the entrance, where Jonah and Julien stood a moment ago.