Chapter 216

Messing around with other men? Julian couldn't even begin to picture that petite little thing wrapped up in another man's arms—just the thought of some guy looking at her with anything close to desire made his blood boil. He seriously had the urge to gouge out that guy's eyes. Cheating? Not a chance. She'd learn the hard way—through tears—that no one could match up to him. … Meanwhile, tucked away in a tiny mountain village, Anna had zero clue that Julian was plotting all the ways he'd come after her. Or that the chaos sparked by her sudden disappearance had already turned into a full-on storm outside. At that moment, she was happily squatting in the yard, locked in a deep debate with herself over the age-old question—what came first, the chicken or the egg? Spoiler alert: thinking too hard is exhausting. After crouching there for ages with nothing to show for it but sore legs, she gave up. Honestly, all she'd figured out was which chicken looked the juiciest. That plump one ended up a