Chapter 71
Anya’s
ya’s face hired even more gloomy. After a long ulener, she suddenly shot up from the couch, her voice low but seething with
“If that bastard is divorcing Rosalie because of Roseanne, then he has to go through with it. Rosalie is perfect. Why the hell should she be some second–rate substitute for that woman?
Even if they did split up. Anya would never let Roseanne step foot into the Galloway family.
Julian took Rosalie back to Rosalian Manor
Clara immediately came up to greet them. “Sir, you’re back. Maiam Wait, sir, what happened to her?”
Clara was stunned when she saw Julian walk in with Rosalie in his arms. His face was dark, and his whole presence was heavy. But what really made her blood run cold was the stark white bandage wrapped arouad Rosalir’s foot, which was completely soaked through with blood
“She s drunk” Julian said, his tone clipped “Make her something for the hangover.”
Without another word, he carried Rosalie upstairs.
The
se moment Julian plated Rosalie on the bed, Rosalie suddenly shot up and grabbed his arm with surprising force. Her eyes were glazed over from the alcohol, but they were shining with excitement.
She blurted out, “Anya, I just came up with the best idea ever. It’s gonna piss Jerkian off so badly
The nickname made Julian’s eyes narrow dangerously, but he said nothing
He simply stared at the woman in front of him, whose face brimmed with smug delight, and she was completely oblivious to who she was talking
Then, without warning, Rosalie leaned in close. Her warm breath, laced with the scent of wine, brushed against his car. Her voice was soft, teasing. like the delicate stroke of a feather, setting every nerve in his body on edge
“You know, I have a lot of money. Like, a lot a lot she whispered. “I can totally start collecting hot young celebrities. Sleeping with a different one every night sounds nice, right? Jerkian will definitely be pissed off.”
She giggled, covering her mouth like a mischievous child. “Anya, is it the most brilliant idea ever?”
She looked at Julian expectantly, her eyes gleaming, waiting for praise.
Julian and Anya had similar features, though his were sharper and more defined. But Rosalie was far too drunk to tell them apart. In her mind, she was still in that lounge, chatting with Anya
Julian’s expression remained impassive. He simply stared at her smirk and had forgotten the new nickname she gave him
“Strep with a different one every night, huh?” he murmured, his voice dangerously low. “Piss me off, right?”
His long fingers curled under her chin and tilted her face up. His deep eyes locked onto hers, trapping her dazed gaze
“I had no idea you had such… interesting plans he said through gritted teeth
Rosalie’s eyes were beautiful–normally clear and bright, but right now, they were hazy from the alcohol Her flushed cheeks and the slight redness at the corners of her eyes gave hier an unintentionally seductive look.
Julian stared at Rosalie, and his eyes darkened, his pupils swallowing what liute light remained. A heat started creeping up his spine, unexpected,
He swallowed, has Adam’s apple hobbing slightly, and he tried to suppress the sunklen warmth pooling in his chest. But his grip on her chin Kradually tightened.
“Tell me, Anya” Rosalie urged, clearly frustrated that “Anya” said nothing to reply
With a pour, she stared at julian and said again. “Say my idea is brilliant.”
Still getting no reaction, she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck. With a sharp tog, she pulled hun closer, until their faces were nearly touching
Julian never expected this to happen, and he completely froze
Even after a year of marriage, they had never been this close.
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