Chapter 47
She turned to Julian and asked. “When do you plan on going to file for our divorce?”
Hearing the word “divorce” slip from Rosalie’s lips again, Julian stiffened and his face, which had only just softened, instantly darkened. His deep, intense eyes clouded over with a shadow of grinness as he began walking toward her.
The brief warmth that had stirred in Julian’s heart from Rosalie’s earlier words, about once having feelings that were now gone, was quickly swept away by the coldness brought on by her insistence on divorce.
He stopped in front of her, his brooding gaze locking onto her cold, indifferent expression. He took a step closer, the space between them
shrinking, his presence looming over her like an unshakable force. The air between them grew thick with unspoken tension as he looked down at
her
Rosalie instinctively stepped back under the weight of his gaze, but she forgot about the coffee table behind her. Her foot caught, and she stumbled
backward.
In an instant, she reached out, her hand grasping Julian’s arm, steadying herself.
Before she could even exhale in relief, Julian’s mocking laughter cut through the silence. “You rush me to divorce you, yet you throw yourself at me, Rosalie, your linle act is starting to confuse me,”
His words, laced with scorn, dripped with bitterness as he studied her unchanged face. His eyes darkened, becoming heated and intense, burning with a mix of frustration and disbelief.
What irked him most was that, in the past, Rosalie had cared about his opinion more than anything. Now, no matter what he said, she wore the same indifferent expression, as if his words held no weight, even when he was mocking her.
His strong fingers brushed across Rosalie’s chin with an unsettling gentleness, the callouses on his fingertips sending a shiver through her tender, flawless skin. The sensation was electric, sparking a twinge of tension in her body, making her instinctively stiffen
