The words "No need were right at Julian''s lips, but for some reason, he swallowed them back down. His voice became steady when he finally spoke. Do whatever you think is best


    With that, he ended the call


    His already cold expression turned even grimmer, as if the temperature in


    the n


    room had dropped a few more degrees.


    "Rosalie, you really are something else. Julian practically ground the words out between clenched teeth.


    He questioned himself, Why the hell did I even bring that ungrateful woman homest night? Why did I bother checking up on her!


    "Clearly, she doesn''t care one bit about whether I''m worried or not. She''s in such a hurry to cut ties,


    s, like my concern is nothing more than a


    The more he thought about it, the more irritable he felt. It was infuriating-even more infuriating than when Issac forced him to marry Rosalie in the first ce.


    Julian had always been someone who kept his emotions in check, but these past few days, every little thing Rosalie did seemed to stir something in him. And the worst part was that he didn''t even realize it


    With a frustrated sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back in his chair, forcing himself to clear his mind.


    Just then, his phone buzzed with a new message. He picked it up, nced at the screen, and saw the sender: Roseanne.


    Roseanne: [Julian, my ne justnded. I''m about to get o


    off. Are you at the airport yet?]


    Julian''s face remained unreadable. He felt absolutely nothing looking at that message. Still, it reminded him of the texts she had sent earlier that morning-the ones he ignored because Rosalie pissed him off so much.


    Apparently, Roseanne had told him she was flying back today. She''d mentioned having ayover in Kamberg and that she''d be arriving in Hasmond in three hours. And just like that, she assumed he''d be there waiting for her.


    That tone-like it was only natural for him to drop everything and rush to pick her up, like he was her personal driver or something.


    After reading the message, Julian set his phone aside without replying. He


    reached for the documents in front of him, trying to focus on work, but his mind kept drifting back to Rosalie, that darnn woman, and her infuriating, arrogant attitude.


    The more he thought about her, the more irritable he felt.