Chapter 187

Rosalie noticed Julian's sullen expression and glanced at him. Seeing it deepen, she dismissed it and looked away. She then questioned the person on the other end of the phone in a deep voice: “You brought me to the hospital and then left me here alone?”

She thought, ‘Are men so unreliable these days? Julian hugged his ex-girlfriend in front of me and even gave me a bad look. Eddie is even worse; he just left me when I was in a fever-induced coma?’

Faced with Rosalie's question, Eden responded angrily, “It was your ex-husband who insisted on taking you from me and sending you to the hospital. He just left you alone? I knew he was a piece of trash. How could I believe that a jerk could one day become a human?”

Rosalie was stunned. Julian was speechless. Realizing Eden was referring to the man beside her, Rosalie felt inexplicably embarrassed for Eden. Then, she realized something, looked up at Julian, and frowned. “You brought me here?”

Never expecting this answer, Rosalie felt a complicated mix of emotions, but happiness wasn't among them. She didn't want Julian to have brought her; it made her feel indebted to him.

Seeing her complicated expression and unconscious frown, Julian seemed to guess her thoughts. He sneered, “What? Are you disappointed that it wasn’t that man who brought you here?”

Jealousy and rage surged within him. Even more infuriatingly, Rosalie nodded without hesitation. “Yes, I’m quite disappointed. Why did you have to meddle in my business?”

“Rosalie,” Julian roared, unable to contain his anger. Fortunately, it was late, and they were alone in the emergency room's rest area.

Julian was enraged by Rosalie's indifference. He pulled her up from the sofa, his face livid. “I’m not dead yet.”

Rosalie didn't react angrily to him grabbing her arm; the pain merely caused a slight, almost imperceptible frown. She shrugged and said regretfully, “Isn’t it a pity? If you were dead, I would be a widow and wouldn’t be in this situation, where even getting a divorce is so difficult.”

Julian's face darkened. Her calm, unwavering mention of divorce distressed him, even though he knew she no longer cared for him.

“Do you really want a divorce that badly?” he asked, his voice unintentionally hoarse, his eyes fixed on Rosalie. Neither of them noticed the hint of inexplicable expectation in his gaze.

“Yes. How many times do I have to tell you that I really want a divorce, not just say it in a fit of anger?”

Rosalie looked directly into Julian’s eyes, this time meeting his gaze without flinching.