Julian's final words rang with a clear warning.
Given how deeply Caitlin loved him, she must be terrified right now, right?
If not even friendship remained between them, then they'd be nothing more than strangers from here on out.
Would Caitlin really be willing to let things end like that? To see him as just another face in the crowd?
Of course not.
He only needed to count down from three, and she'd crumble. She'd drop to her knees, sobbing, begging him for forgiveness, then rush over to apologize to Sophie, tears streaming down her face.
The thought made Julian smug.
He couldn't deny that Caitlin's behavior toward him lately was off-putting, but she was still breathtakingly beautiful. When she knelt before him and begged for forgiveness, every man in the café would envy him.
After all, they could only dream of having the goddess at their feet, pleading for his mercy and his affection.
The more he imagined it, the more satisfied he felt.
"Julian, if you're that mentally unstable, you should check yourself into a hospital. I don't treat delusional disorders," Caitlin's voice cut through his fantasy, cold and sharp, each word clipped and icy. "Move."
She told him to move?
Julian froze, caught off guard by her reaction.
What was she doing? Was this just another one of her games? Playing hard to get, trying to reel him in? Ridiculous.
"Move?" Julian gave a scornful laugh, pointing at Caitlin. "And what if I don't? Caitlin, I'm warning you for the last time—if you don't go and apologize to Sophie, I swear I'll never give you the time of day again!"
"Oh, you're not moving?" Caitlin arched an eyebrow, her expression calm and almost bored. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you."
Julian sneered at her—she was putting on a show, as if she could actually do anything to him. She loved him so much, after all! What was she going to do, hit him? The idea was laughable.
But Caitlin didn't waste time arguing. She simply reached out, grabbed Julian's finger, and bent it back in one quick motion.
She hardly seemed to use any strength, but pain shot through him, twisting his face in agony.
Crack.
The sound of bone snapping echoed in the air.
"Ah!" Julian howled in pain.
The agony was white-hot and all-consuming, making him feel as if his finger might actually tear off.
Caitlin had really done it—she'd actually hurt him!

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