Chapter 50
Rosalie paused for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle, her tone dripping with contempt. “Mr. Galloway, what exactly do you think you’re doing
She felt the grip around her waist tighten, Julian’s fingers pressing into her as if her words had struck a nerve. His frustration was palpable, like a storm brewing beneath the surface.
But Rosalie wasn’t the least bit intimidated. If anything, the amused curve of her lips deepened. She tilted her chin slightly, deliberately adding fuel to the fire. “You know, Mr. Galloway, there’s actually a perfect word to describe this line art of yours–shameless”
Julian was finally pushed over the edge by Rosalie’s indifference. His gaze darkened, as though a storm were swirling behind his eyes, threatening to crush her into nothing at any moment
He didn’t want to admit it, but Rosalie’s words had struck a nerve, pinpointing a truth he wasn’t ready to face. Just like days ago, when Rosalie had signed the divorce papers as he’d wished, yet now he couldn’t bring himself to let go. And he didn’t understand why
In the past few days, Julian had asked himself that question over and over again, but the answer remained elusive.
When laat had used Galloway Group’s inheritance as leverage to force Julian into marrying Rosalie, Julian had devised her.
To Julian Roulie had been nothing more than the pampered, spoiled heiress of the Tulley family. And yet, Isaac had been willing to use the entire Galloway Group as a bargaining chip just to make him marry her.
Julian had never feared Josing Calloway Group. If it came down to it, he’d rebuild has empare from the ground up. But what he couldn’t stomach was watching everything he had built for the company be handed over on a silver platter to those traitorous leeches within the Galloway family.
Those so–called uncles of his were nothing more than illegitimate children Isaac had fathered in his younger years, bastards with no true claim to the Galloway name. As far as Julun was concerned, they weren’t worthy of taking anything that belonged to him.
In the end, Julian had given in to saar’s wishes and married Rosalie. It made no difference to turn who he married. He figured that if marrying the woman his grandfather approved of spared him unnecessary trouble, then so be it
And for the past year, he had indeed been free of trouble. As for Rosalie’s clinginess, he simply ignored it.
