Chapter 370 Fired

Karl bobbed his head like a guilty child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Yes, yes, yes. I know! Sorry Jules! I won't!" he squeaked, clutching the pin like it might save his life.

Julian raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He stepped closer — close enough that Karl had to tilt his chin back to keep eye contact. The smell of soap and faint tea lingered around Julian, calm but with that deep steadiness that always made Karl's heart beat a little too fast.

"Brother Karl," Julian said low, voice quiet but heavy, "If you broke something, or touched something you shouldn't have… you better tell wife yourself. Or I will."

Karl's cheeks puffed out, his lips trembling. He sniffed dramatically, clutching the pin to his chest like a kitten. "I'm not a bad husband! I didn't break anything! I promise promise promise!" he squeaked, his wide blue eyes glistening like he'd cry at any second.