EPISODE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN- NEW MASK, NEW IDENTITY

Julian’s POV

I was sitting on the couch when Henri pushed in, slamming the door so hard that I could feel it reverberate through the room.

I took a glance at him, and the expression on his face told me all that I needed to know. He was also holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Fucking hell…” I heard him grunt under his breath, crashing the flowers into the empty trash can in the kitchen.

“Woah,” I whistled, resting my head on my hand as I witnessed his little…tantrum.

I couldn’t help the little smirk that tugged my lips. My cool-headed twin was displaying his rage right before my eyes. It was quite an interesting and refreshing play to watch.

He sat down heavily on the chair to the left of me, sinking into it with a deep frustrated sigh, as he raked his fingers through his hair.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go so well?” I questioned, and he glared at me, before turning to look at the TV.

I raised my hands up in surrender. “Hey, I’m not making fun of you. I am genuinely curious about