"If you are truly sorry, can you do me a favor?"
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The person who stood in front of the door was Angelique.
The omega had a complicated expression across her face when she saw Julian again.
"Uh... Julian, I am here to get Max's clothes..."
"I see."
Julian swung the door open, granting Angelique entrance. The female omega shuffled in, her hands twisting together like nervous knots.
"Can you help me pack his stuff? I think I can use your help."
"Sure."
Despite the unfriendly treatment he suffered in Annabelle Grant's hands, Julian remained polite toward Angelique. His demeanor did not betray his innermost feelings, but Angelique knew that the male omega must be seething inside.
Who wouldn't?
