Page 198 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

“I’m not angry because you missed a tasting, Julian.”

“I said I’m sorry.”

“And I believe you.”

I set the phone down.

“Then what are we talking about?”

Camille finally reaches for the wine but only turns the stem between her fingers.

“Do you know how many times we’ve had some version of this conversation?”

I lean back slightly. “About the wedding?”

“About you not being here.”

“I’m sitting right in front of you.”

“That isn’t what I mean.”

I know that.

Camille looks toward the windows for a moment before continuing.

“For months, I’ve been trying to convince myself that we’re just busy. That the company takes too much of you. That I’ve had my own schedule, my own obligations, and eventually things will settle down enough that we’ll feel like us again.”

“We’ve both been under pressure.”

“Yes, we have.”

“So maybe that’s what this is.”

Camille looks back at me.

“You always have an explanation.”

“I’m not making excuses.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

She sets the glass down.

“That’s part of the problem, Julian. You’re not cruel. You’re not careless. You don’t lie to me. You show up when something is genuinely wrong, and if I need anything practical, you handle it before I can ask twice.”

I hold her gaze.

“That sounds like a strange list of complaints.”

Her mouth curves faintly, but there is no amusement in it.

“I know.”

“Then tell me what I’m missing.”

Camille is quiet for a moment.

“You,” she says.