If he found the right person, he could become a true man; otherwise, he would have to live like a priest for the rest of his life.
Julian was indifferent to this prospect.
He announced his condition tonight, hoping to silence Josh. If his parents learned about it, they might finally stop pressuring him to marry.
This would bring him some much-needed peace.
However, Zachary’s words left him anxious. He worried that the psychic was genuinely skilled and had predicted he would find a partner in the future. If that were the case, his parents would undoubtedly push him out of the house to pursue his “destined” person.
But how could he possibly identify who that person was?
He couldn’t just hug every woman he encountered to see if he felt a connection, right?
People would think he was a creep.
Zachary said apologetically, “I didn’t ask for the psychic’s contact information.”
He didn’t believe in such superstitions anyway; he was only cooperating with his nana out of respect for her.
“I’ll need to check with Nana for his contact, but she’s probably asleep now, so I can’t disturb her. I’ll help you ask her tomorrow.”
Julian paused before replying, “You didn’t think to get the number of such a powerful psychic?”
“I don’t believe in those things.”
“Then why did you bring it up if you don’t believe? By tomorrow, it will be too late to ask your nana. My dad acts faster than I do.”
Zachary laughed. “Then there’s nothing I can do to help.”
“Zachary, I have a feeling you’re trying to set me up. I just don’t have any proof.”
Zachary laughed again. “How could I set you up, Mr. Bucham? I just want the people around me to be as happy and blessed as I am.”
“You mean you want us to be as henpecked as you are.”
Julian spat at him. Zachary turned to his beloved wife beside him and said, “I think my life is pretty good now. I hope Seren and I can continue like this forever.” Even when their hair turned gray in the distant future, their relationship would remain as strong as it is today—just like his grandparents’.