Chapter 89

Julian stood there, tall and quiet, his gaze fixed on her. No one knew how long he'd been standing like that. Anna clutched her chest in shock, gave him a glare, and huffed, "Can you not sneak around like a ghost? You almost gave me a heart attack." But her watery eyes, soft with a hint of mist, and that sweet, slightly pouty voice—she didn't sound mad at all, more like she was flirting without even realizing it. Julian's eyes darkened slightly, and his chest tightened, like a little paw had scratched at it. He pulled out the chair next to her and casually sat down, raising a brow. "What mischief are you up to?" "Huh?" Anna looked at him, confused. "If you're not doing anything shady, why'd you jump like that?" "..." Frustrated, Anna stabbed at the table with her pen while Julian had already flipped open her textbook and started reading. This had become their usual routine. Anna's foundations were practically nonexistent. Even though she was trying her best—motivated by that promise—sh