"Rosalie, you''d better never regret today''s decision," Julian suppressed his distress and spoke in an arrogant tone as usual.


    n was at a loss for words.


    He secretly nced at Julian''s face and couldn''t help but mutter to himself, “I think you''ll be the one regretting itter, heh."


    Of course, he only dared tough in his heart. He never thought that one day, his words woulde true.


    Rosalie, on the other hand, appeared indifferent to Julian''s harsh words. "Mr. Galloway, please rest assured. I won''t regret it. If one day I do and go to pester you, you can break my legs."


    n was stunned.


    He thought, "Mrs. Galloway, you don''t have to be so ruthless to yourself."


    Rosalie looked at her watch and said, "It''s gettingte. Thank you, Mr. Galloway, for bringing me to the hospital today. I''ll treat you to dinner another day. Please be at the courthouse on time tomorrow morning. Don''t stand me up likest time. I''ll be leaving now."


    Every word she said was polite, yet distant, which wrenched his heart.


    Watching Rosalie resolutely walk out of the emergency room with the divorce agreement, Julian clenched his fists, then unclenched them, and clenched them again.


    Momentster, he looked up nkly and pressed his hand against his wrenching heart. Several deep breaths did nothing to ease his distress.


    He felt unbearable pain and emptiness as if part of him had been taken away.


    n stood by, not daring to speak. He had rarely seen Julian reveal such a nk and helpless, sad and lonely expression as if he had lost something precious that he would never regain in his life.


    As a bystander, n could tell that Julian didn''t hate his wife, to be precise, his ex-wife now, as much as he thought.


    n was confused. Since Julian cared about his wife, why did he feign indifference to hide his true feelings? After his wife asked a few times for a divorce, he even had him bring the agreement from miles away in the middle of the night and signed it.


    Looking at Julian''s scarlet eyes, n wanted tough and couldn''t help but gloat. The miserable Julian reminded him of one thing.


    It was hard to win an ex back.


    "As a very professional special assistant, should I make arrangements in advance to help him win his ex back?"


    n thought to himself, while Julian had left the emergency building with a darkened face.


    It was already past one o''clock in the morning, and there were few people on the street.


    1


    At the end of the year, Hasmond was freezing cold. When Rosalie came out of the hospital building, heavy snowkes were already drifting down from the sky.


    When Anya asked her out, she thought that she was going somewhere heated and she wouldn''t feel cold, so she only wore a thin cashmere coat.


    At that moment, standing at the entrance of the hospital with snowkes flying all over the sky, she felt the piercing cold as if sharp des were scraping against her face, making her shiver with cold.


    She didn''t call Eden but called a taxi and waited by the side of the road.


    The cold wind prated through her thin coat and into her flesh as if all the blood in her body was frozen, making her shiver with cold.