Chapter 52
Hearing Rosalie repeatedly spit out the word “divorce, addressing him so distantly as “Mr. Galloway, Julian felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest. He wasn’t even sure if it was anger or something else entirely.
What infuriated him even more was that even now–even when discussing divorce–she couldn’t be bothered to talk to him directly. She wanted to handle everything through the lawyer..
Ironically, he had conveniently forgotten that just a few days ago, he was the one who refused to speak with her in person, sending a lawyer on his
behalf instead
Julian took one look at Rosalie’s detached expression, and a humorless laugh escaped his lips. He was so angry he actually found it funny. “Rosalie, is there really nothing else you have to say to me besides divorce?”
Rosalie lowered her gaze slightly, not hesitating for even a second before replying. “No.”
She thought, “We were married for a whole year, and he barely had anything to say to me then. Now that we’re divorcing, what the hell is there left to talk about!‘
Without another word, she turned and started walking toward the door. But just as she was about to leave, she realized something–Julian still hadn’t let go of her wrist.
Her patience wore thin in an instant. She frowned, her sharp gaze locking onto him, the indifference in her eyes giving way to open coldness. “What exactly do you want?”
Julian didn’t have an answer–not for her, not even for himself. All he knew was that looking into her eyes, which held not a shred of emotion for him anymore, made it impossible for him to let go.
look back. She would leave him behind, further
Something inside him screamed that the moment he released her, she would walk away and never look b and further, until he could never reach her again
He hated this feeling. But his damn pride wouldn’t let him admit it. And so, he stood there in stubborn silence, gripping her wrist as if that alone could stop her from leaving.
Rosalie, seeing him freeze up yet again, grew even more impatient. Without hesitation, she forcefully yanked her wrist free from his grasp strode toward the door. She didn’t spare him a single glance as she walked away.
