Chapter 95
Afraid Rosalie would refuse again, Sean immediately spoke up, “If Anya finds out I let you walk off alone, she’s gonna kill me.”
Thinking of Anya’s fierce, no–nonsense attitude, Rosalie chuckled. “Alright, thanks.”
Judging by the way Sean was acting, he wasn’t about to take no for an answer anyway. Rosalie couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, so she just went along with it.
As they made their way downstairs, Sean asked, “So how’d you get hurt?”
Rosalie frowned slightly, thinking back. Honestly, she couldn’t even remember the exact moment it happened. It was probably something stupid–most likely from that night at Anya’s Lounge when she got wasted.
She replied in a casual tone, “I drank too much the other night. Didn’t watch where I was going and stepped on some glass.”
Hearing that she got wasted, Sean raised his brows and asked, “You were drinking because of the divorce, weren’t you?”
Rosalie internally rolled her eyes and retorted, ‘Geeze, nobody asked you to play detective. Maybe try not running your mouth for once and just walk, okay?‘
She already regretted letting Sean walk her downstairs because Sean talked way too much.
She had always wondered how someone like Julian, who barely spoke a hundred words in a day, managed to get along with this guy.
Seeing that Rosalie wasn’t responding, Sean assumed he’d hit the nail on the head. He continued, “I knew it. Julian’s a piece of shit. Roseanne left him ages ago, and he’s still hung up on her? He’s such a jerk.”
Hearing Sean’s curse, Rosalie almost laughed. She mused, ‘Wow. This guy really knows how to rub salt in a wound.
‘If I were still the same Rosalie from my last life, I’d probably be fuming right now. Hell, I’d probably storm into Julian’s office and start a fight. But this is just a comedy to me now.‘
Before Sean could keep running his mouth, Rosalie cut him off, “My ride’s here. You can go back to work.”
She waved toward a striking red Ferrari that had just pulled up. A man stepped out, and the moment Sean saw him, his expression shifted.
The guy was just as flashy as his car. Dressed in a pastel pink suit–bold but not the least bit tacky–he had the kind of sharp, effortless good looks that could hold their own even standing next to Julian.
Sean’s eyes widened. He glanced from the man to Rosalie, and an alarm went off in his head. He muttered inwardly, ‘Shit, Julian’s about to get seriously cheated on.’
The man greeted her casually. “Hey, Rosalie.”
Rosalie handed him her crutch without hesitation and said, “Come on and help me.”
Her tone was easy and familiar, like she instructed him all the time. That only made Sean’s internal panic worse.
Julian might be an ass, but as his childhood friend, Sean couldn’t just stand by and watch his best friend’s wife be snatched
away.
Rosalie, of course, had no idea what was going through Sean’s head. She turned back to him and said, “I’m leaving. You should go back.”
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“Uh, yeah. Okay, be careful,” Sean replied, but his gaze lingered on the man, his expression subtly wary.
Once they got into the car, Eden glanced in the rearview mirror thoughtfully and asked, “Who was that guy? He looked at me with hostility in his eyes.”
“He’s Sean Perry,” Rosalie replied while pulling her seatbelt across her lap to click it into place. ‘He doesn’t even know you. How could he possibly have hostility against you?”
