Chapter 233
With the restaurant’s top–tier chef and the dishes‘ tantalizing presentation, Rosalie’s attention was entirely captured by the food.
But even though she loved eating, she was very particular about table manners. She wouldn’t stand up to grab food beyond her reach, nor would she stretch her arm across others to pick a dish.
So, every time a dish she wanted rotated away from her, her heart silently ached. Just as she was quietly eating with her head down, a plate filled with food was placed in front of her.
The plate was divided into small sections, each holding the exact dishes she had been eyeing.
She glanced sideways at the man beside her, who spoke in a casual tone, “Noticed you couldn’t reach, so I got them for you. No need to be polite, Ms. Talley. Consider it a small token of appreciation for your guidance–it really helped us researchers save time in developing the new drug
Julian’s expression was completely natural as he spoke, showing not even the slightest hint of care toward Rosalie.
If Rosalie herself wasn’t already well aware of his indifference, the employees at the table–who had initially thought their boss was deeply in love with his wife–would have found his behavior way too perfunctory.
Rosalie gave Julian a complicated look but ultimately just murmured a polite thank–you.
However, Julian soon noticed that while Rosalie hadn’t outright rejected the food he served, she hadn’t touched a single bite either.
His lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw tightening–but in the end, he didn’t say a word.
Rosalie sat quietly beside Julian, eating her food without engaging in any conversation with him.
The strange atmosphere was palpable. Everyone at the table could sense the tension, but they all assumed, just like Alan had said, that the couple had gotten into a fight and that Rosalie was throwing a tantrum.
No one dared to make a fuss about it–especially after seeing the boss’s stone–cold expression. More than anything, they just wanted to finish their meal as quickly as possible.
Rosalie was the only one still eating calmly, as if the heavy atmosphere didn’t affect her at all.
She had promised Julian that she wouldn’t bring personal matters into work, but that didn’t mean she’d accept all his personal gestures.
Julian putting food on her plate definitely wasn’t work–related. So even though he served her food, she didn’t touch it. But she still gave him a little face by not outright embarrassing him.
The entire meal ended in absolute silence and oppressive tension.
“Madam, please wait here for a moment. I’ll go get the car with Ottis. The president just went to the restroom and will be right back.” Once the employees had all left, Alan spoke to Rosalie with a fawning smile in the hotel lobby.
Before Rosalie could say anything, Alan turned and left with the driver, Ottis, heading for the underground parking lot.
*Alan, you’re just leaving Madam there alone? What if she decides to leave without waiting for us?” Ottis glanced worriedly toward the lobby and asked in a hushed voice.
Alan, however, waved his hand mysteriously and said, “She won’t. Madam’s just mad at the president, not completely over him. Just think about what happened in the car, and you’ll understand.”
As Alan spoke, he wore a smug, all–knowing expression and continued, “Our Madam has her pride too. The president decides to divorce whenever he wants, and now he thinks he can just get back together when he feels like it? No way. Of course, she’s going to make him wait.”
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