Chapter 67
Even after the doctor left, Julian still looked grim.
Rosalie was completely wasted. Now, she was quietly resting against Julian’s chest, her lips occasionally moving as if she was murmuring something in her sleep.
Julian adjusted his hold on her, stood up from the couch, and said to Anya and Kaleb, Tm taking her home.”
Kaleb raised his eyebrows and asked, “Weren’t you here to drink with me?”
Julian hesitated for a split second. His grip on Rosalie instinctively tightened.
“Some other time,” he said and started walking away.
Anya shot him a sharp look and snapped, “Where exactly do you think you’re taking Rosalie? You’re nothing to her now. This is harassment, you know!
Julian took several deep breaths. It was the only thing stopping him from committing murder right now.
Keeping his tone as even as possible, he said, “Anya. Rosalie is my wife?
Anya’s words hit his nerve. If Anya weren’t his sister, she’d be dead a hundred times over by now
“Oh, so you finally remember she’s your wife, huh?” Anya rolled her eyes and added. “Funny, because Rosalie told me she’s divorcing you. She’s already signed the damn papers and everything
The more Julian’s expression darkened, the more delighted Anya seemed. She leaned in, deliberately pushing his buttons. “You know why she got drunk tonight? She was celebrating getting rid of you. She was so thrilled and had a few too many.
“I mean, seriously, Julian, your ex–wife is that desperate to be free of you. Doesn’t that tell you something? You’re really a jerk, don’t you think!”
