Chapter 232
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Just now, when Rosalie reluctantly sat next to him, Julian had actually smiled.
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And right after that, he announced the triple bonus. If this wasn’t about her, Magnus wasn’t buying it.
So, whether it was because of Rosalie’s guidance or the generous bonus, Magnus was truly grateful to her. Besides, considering how much the CEO valued his wife, siding with her was definitely the right move. On that, he and Alan were in complete agreement.
Julian was very pleased to hear Magnus refer to Rosalie as “Madam,” his smile growing even wider.
Especially since Rosalie didn’t correct him this time–she simply lifted her glass and responded, “You’re too kind, Magnus.”
As the drinks went down, the dishes started arriving.
Julian, who had been focused on Rosalie the whole time, didn’t miss the way she gazed at Alan with such warmth.
His good mood from earlier was instantly shattered.
A cold, emotionless stare landed on Alan, sending such a chill through him that he couldn’t help but shudder.
Following the icy gaze, Alan turned his head to the side–only to meet his boss’s dark, brooding eyes.
He thought, ‘Wait… What’s going on here? Wasn’t he just smiling a moment ago? Did I do something wrong?‘
Alan quickly averted his gaze and desperately tried to recall what he could’ve done to upset the big boss.
But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t figure it out. He felt downright wronged–like his end–of–year bonus was about to slip through his fingers.
Then, Rosalie casually remarked, “Alan, you’ve got great taste. These dishes are exactly what I like.”
Just a second ago, Alan had been sulking, but now–enlightenment struck like a bolt of lightning. He finally realized why Julian had been glaring daggers at him.
He thought, ‘No way! Madam, you’re setting me up!‘
With a face full of grievance, Alan looked at Julian, his eyes practically screaming: ‘It’s a misunderstanding, sir! I had nothing to do with it! I didn’t even order these dishes–it was the boss himself! No, no, I can’t take the fall for this.’
30, with a fawning smile, he quickly said, “Thank you for the compliment, Madam, but actually, our president was the one who ordered these dishes.”
Alan looked at Julian with pleading eyes, but his boss had absolutely no intention of acknowledging them.
Instead, it was Rosalie who was momentarily taken aback by Alan’s response. She hadn’t expected Julian to be the one who ordered these dishes.
If she didn’t know how much he had despised her during their marriage–so much so that he barely even came home–she might’ve naively assumed that he actually remembered her favorite foods.
But considering the circumstances, it had to be just a coincidence. A ridiculous, absurd coincidence.
Sure enough, Julian nonchalantly commented, “What a coincidence. These are all your favorites, Ms. Talley?”
Rosalie went speechless. “Yeah. Thanks, Mr. Galloway.”
“No need to be so polite, Ms. Talley.”
Rosalie didn’t respond further. For one, she was genuinely hungry by now. A
