Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 522

Julian gave them a quick look, his voice calm and almost cold. “Just some people who don’t matter.”

The whole table seemed to freeze. Faces turned pale, and the awkwardness hung thick in the air.

“Let’s eat,” Julian said. He reached for Madeline’s hand and gently led her to the dining table.

Christian sat at the head, his face stiff and unreadable. He picked at his food in silence, not saying a word.

Across from them, Matthew’s family was busy exchanging glances and silent eye rolls, clearly frustrated. Julian, on the other hand, focused on Madeline and the two kids, making sure their plates were always full.

Madeline stared down at her overflowing plate, a little embarrassed. “Julian, that’s more than enough. I can’t finish all this.”

She felt awkward, being a guest and having so much food in front of her. Wasting it didn’t seem right.

Julian just smiled. “Eat whatever you like. I’ll help you with the rest.”

Matthew’s family tried to join the conversation, but Julian never gave them the chance. They barely got a word in before dinner ended, the meal somehow peaceful despite the tension.

Once dinner was over, Debra started bossing the servants around, acting like she owned the place as she arranged rooms for her and her kids.

Julian had already set up a room for Madeline on his floor. But Denise wanted that exact room too, and she wasn’t shy about letting everyone know. The poor servant looked ready to disappear.

Denise planted her hands on her hips. “I want that room. Why should it go to some outsider?”

Madeline came up the stairs just then, and Denise called out, her tone full of attitude. “Hey, you—come here.”

Madeline glanced over. “What do you need?”

“I want that room. Why do you think you can it? You’re not even family.”

Madeline just raised an eyebrow and didn’t bother arguing. This wasn’t her house anyway.

A cold voice cut through the tension from the top of the stairs. “What did you just say?”

Denise’s mouth snapped shut as she looked up. Julian was standing there, his presence icy and dangerous. “Julian…”

Matthew looked at Denise, his patience thinning. “Denise, what’s going on?”

Denise’s eyes welled up. “Dad, I just wanted that room, and now Julian wants to throw us out to the back wing. Why should we have to go?”

The guest wing was nice, but it was next to the staff quarters. It could never compare to the rooms in the main house. After finally moving back, being told to leave again felt like a slap.

Matthew’s face darkened as he turned to Julian. “Julian, if Denise did something wrong, just say so. But sending us to the back wing is just...”

Julian didn’t flinch. “Do you want me to send people to help you pack?”

Matthew’s temper snapped. “Julian, don’t push it. What gives you the right to treat us like this?”

Julian met his eyes, his voice steady. “Grayson Enterprises is under my control.”

Matthew scowled. “So what? With the way you’re acting, Christian could take that away from you any day.”

Julian just shrugged, unfazed. “If that day ever comes, you can try throwing me out yourself.”