"Where is she? Didn''t you say she was waiting for me downstairs?" Julian inquired.


    ra replied, "Oh, she is waiting for you in her car outside the yard, Mr. Galloway."


    Meanwhile, she pondered, ''I didn''t say Mrs. Galloway was waiting for you in the living room. Don''t me me for not hearing my words carefully.''


    In no mood to quarreling with ra, Julian didn''t say anything and walked out of the room.


    +23


    It snowed all nightst night, covering the streets in crystal white. When walking towards the gate, Julian walked faster without noticing it himself as he apparently didn''t want to keep Rosalie waiting in such cold weather.


    As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw Rosalie''s car parked on the side of the road.


    Through the car window, he saw Rosalie wrapped herself in a white down coat, a brown woolen hat, and a scarf, intending to prevent the slightest cold air from attacking her.


    Nevertheless, such a dull outfit didn''t obscure her outstanding face. Instead, it emphasized the stunning aura of her being energetic and living, which was totally different from the Rosalie who wore clothes adding at least twenty years to her age for a year.


    This thought suddenly reminded him of something he never paid attention to- although Rosalie had married him, she was still young blood in her twenties.


    Pressing his lips hard, Julian walked over with wild thoughts in his mind.


    Rosalie didn''t reluctantly wind down the car window until he knocked it. With a forced smile that could merely be considered friendly, she said, "Morning, Mr. Galloway."


    Hearing her call him "Mr. Galloway" immediately clouded his mood that was just about to shine a little.


    "I assume you came here so early in the morning to quit divorcing me," said Julian.


    Looking at the smile in her eyes, Julian suddenly found himself not so irritable.


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