Hearing those baseless accusations, Rosalie barely reacted, not even showing a flicker of anger on her face. Instead, she lazily lifted her eyes and gave Roseanne a knowing look, almost like she could predict exactly what Roseanne would do next.
Rosalie had dealt with Roseanne for two lifetimes. From the way she was acting, it was obvious Roseanne was about to spin this whole thing to paint herself as the wronged party.
In her past life, Rosalie cared too much about Julian’s opinion and had gotten worked up over it. But now, she couldn’t care less. She was just quietly amused by how predictable Roseanne was.
Julian, however, wasn’t blind to what was happening. He noticed Rosalie’s calm indifference and, recalling the phone call when Rosalie had been laughing and flirting with that other guy, a simmering anger built up inside him. The fire in his chest had nowhere to go.
“Is that so?” Julian’s cold, piercing gaze locked onto Rosalie, waiting for her response.
Rosalie raised an eyebrow and responded, “What?”
Julian’s patience was wearing thin, and he repeated with a sharper edge, “Did you slap her?”
Rosalie couldn’t help but think, Well, so he’s here to protect his ex.
She looked at Julian for a moment and then nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, I did.”
Roseanne froze for a second, clearly caught off guard by how quickly Rosalie admitted it. Roseanne mused, ‘She didn’t even try to deny it? She must think she’s Julian’s ex–wife, so he’ll just let her get away with anything. How naive!
A smug glint appeared in Roseanne’s eyes. She was certain that Julian was divorcing Rosalie for her, so she felt justified, almost victorious to enjoy the look of defeat on Rosalie’s face. She didn’t even bother to hide her pride.
Just then, Kaleb, who had been silently observing, spoke up, “Rosalie.”
