Chapter 429

The polite conversation concluded, Vivian and Julian stepped out of the police station. The night had fully descended, wrapping the streets in a quiet, velvety darkness.

Vivian glanced up at the starless sky and sighed. "The Sapphire Café must be closed by now."

Julian pressed his lips together briefly before speaking. "I've made reservations elsewhere. It's my birthday today—so humor me and let me choose?"

His eyes sparkled with quiet amusement, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.

There was something in his tone—a faint hesitation—that made Vivian pause. She couldn’t tell if it was genuine or just her imagination running wild.

Mentally counting the days, she cursed herself. She’d bought a gift weeks ago but had forgotten it in the chaos of the day. Handing it over now would feel awkward, so she decided to wait for a better moment.

She offered him a warm smile. "Happy birthday, Julian."

With a playful shrug, she spread her hands. "No gift this time, but I promise I’ll make it up to you."

A flicker of delight crossed Julian’s face as he lightly brushed his fingers over hers. Vivian froze, caught off guard by the unexpected touch.

Just as she tensed, he pretended to tighten his grip before releasing her with a grin. "The best gift is already mine."

Her gaze dropped to her empty palm, the fleeting warmth of his touch lingering like a phantom sensation.

"What gift?" she murmured, her wide, curious eyes lifting to meet his.

The faint confusion on her face only made her more enchanting.

Julian chuckled, his voice low and rich. "Your promise to make it up to me. That’s more than enough."

A sleek silver-gray car pulled up beside them—understated yet exuding quiet luxury.

Julian moved to the passenger side, holding the door open with effortless grace.

Still slightly dazed, Vivian ducked into the seat.

He closed the door behind her and circled the car to take the driver’s seat.

Only then did she realize his assistant wasn’t joining them.

Julian parked near the university, a knowing smile forming on his lips. "Does this place bring back memories?"

"How could I forget?" Vivian’s gaze landed on the familiar two-story building, now renovated with a sleek, modern facade.

It was the Northshire Grill, a beloved barbecue spot run by a couple who had moved here from the coast after their children left home. Known for its fresh ingredients and bold flavors, it had been a student favorite for its affordability.

The nostalgia wrapped around her like an old, comfortable sweater.

Julian’s fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel. "Shall we?"

She nodded, the past and present blurring together as they stepped into the warmth of the restaurant.