Chapter 73.
Chapter 73
But what really threw her off was the fact that Julian was the one who brought her home. Clara had worked here for over a year and had never seen that happen before.
Julian glanced at Rosalie, his face unreadable. After a brief silence, he said something unexpected, “I’ve got it. You can leave
“Got it, sir” Clara barely contained her excitement. She had no intention of overstaying her welcome. In fact, she practically sprinted out, even making sure to shut the door extra gently on her way out,
Julian sat down beside Rosalie and looked at the woman who had been throwing a tantrum just moments ago. Now, she was curled up quietly on the bed. hugging her knees, ignoring the world around her.
Something about the sight made him laugh. Actually, he was half–amused and half incredulours
He wondered if he had really never paid attention to Rosalie before. Because in just one night, from watching her in the Graham family to seeing her now–drunk, childish, and unexpectedly willful–he started to realize something….
This Rosalie was nothing like the one he thought he knew. The Rosalie he knew had always been quiet, obedient, and hopelessly devoted to him. Other than the way she used to look at him with those lovestruck eyes, she had never done anything that made him truly notice her.
But tonight, she had managed to shatter every impression he had of her. How she made a scene in the Graham family and how childish she looked after she was drunk made Julian study her in a different way.
Julian didn’t let himself dwell on is for too long. Instead, he picked up the cup of hangover cure, tested the temperature, and held it out to her
He said in a low tone. “Wake up and drink this.”
At the sound of his voice. Rosalie slowly lifted her head, blinking at him. For a second, her eyes flickered between confusion and familiarity, as if trying to figure out whether she knew him or not.
Then, without question, she took the cup from his hands and obediently started drinking. She mumbled, Thanks, Anya”
Julian just stared at her but said nothing
He wasn’t sure if Rosalie was considered a good drunk. She had been a handful a while ago, but she hadn’t gone completely off the rails. She just looked a bit different from who she used to be
And now, as she quietly sipped her drink, she looked almost too well–behaved.
