The Bound Between Us

Chapter 358

Herman didn’t show a bit of interest in Julie, and Grannie Anita noticed. It seemed like it would take some effort to play matchmaker between the two.

“Since you’re too busy to hang out with me, Herman. I have to ask Julie to accompany me shopping. What’s so fun about playing cards anyway?” Grannie Anita chided, “And you, Herman, why don’t you greet Julie properly? You two practically grew up together.”

Only then did Herman glance at Julie. For Grannie Anita’s sake, he managed to say, “Ms. Brown.”

The formality of his greeting hung awkwardly in the air.

Grannie Anita nudged Herman. “What’s with the ‘Ms. Brown’? You two are close enough to be on first-name terms.”

Herman remained unmoved.

Julie, sensing the awkwardness, tried to break the tension. “Herman, what would you like to drink?”

Without waiting for Julie’s help, he signaled to the waiter. “A latte, please.”

“Certainly, sir,” the waiter replied, promptly leaving to prepare the order.

to steer the conversation. “Julie, I remember you once wore a beautiful white dress when you visited us. You

I never said

Grannie Anita replied, laughing. “I thought to myself. Once Julie grows up,

Julie blushed. “Grannie.”

weren’t for Anastasia’s sudden appearing, you’d already be my

chose not to argue, knowing it

Anita decided to excuse herself to give the two some space. “Herman,

of the corner of her eye. Noting his frosty

with his cold voice, “Ms. Brown, it seems you’ve forgotten how to address me

trying to mask her embarrassment. “I didn’t expect Grannie to say such things.

Herman, not wanting him to think she had

keep it that way,” Herman said with his icy tone. “And let me warn you. Stop scheming behind my back. Sending anonymous information to Salstrom Manor, paying Kitty to

Julie, who quickly denied, “Mr. Salstrom, I don’t understand what you’re

Ms. Brown continues to

Julie dropped the pretense. “Yes, I did those things. I did it because I love you, Herman. I didn’t want you to be deceived by Anastasia. What does she have that I don’t? She’s a woman who had

“Ms. Brown, perhaps you should see a doctor about your delusions. I’ve never had any interest in you.

embarrassed and humiliated, wished she could disappear. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she stuttered, “Herman, do you have to be so cruel? We’re childhood friends. Our families have known each other for years. I’m a girl, and you’re a man. Is it necessary to be so vicious to