Chapter 190

Julian offered a mocking smile. Before Rosalie could decipher his intent, he retrieved his phone and dialed. As soon as the call connected, he commanded in a firm voice, “Bring me that divorce agreement.”

The person on the other end was clearly stunned. “Di…Divorce agreement?”

“Didn’t you hear me?” Julian’s face was terrifyingly grim. Anyone facing him at that moment would undoubtedly suffer the consequences.

The person on the other end responded immediately, and Julian hung up. His gaze returned to Rosalie. “Are you satisfied now?”

Rosalie wasn’t surprised that Julian had someone deliver the divorce agreement in the middle of the night. He was self-centered and did as he pleased. It was inconsequential to him; he felt no guilt whatsoever. After all, he was a powerful man accustomed to controlling his subordinates.

“Yes, I am. Thank you, Mr. Galloway, for your cooperation.” Rosalie nodded calmly, as always. Julian stared at her calm face, his bloodshot eyes filled with indescribable emotions.

It wasn't long before Alan arrived with the divorce agreement. Despite the freezing night, he was slightly sweaty and panting, clearly having run. “Mr. Galloway, this is the agreement you requested.”

Alan steadied his breathing, approached Julian, nodded to Rosalie, and greeted her, “Mrs. Galloway.”

Hearing Alan's address, Julian subconsciously glanced at Rosalie. She simply nodded calmly in response. Perhaps she accepted the appellation, or perhaps she simply didn't bother to correct him; after all, they were divorcing.

Considering the latter possibility, Julian felt a surge of anxiety. In a deep voice, he said, “Give me a pen.”

“Okay.” Alan produced a fountain pen from his suit pocket and handed it to Julian respectfully. Over the years, he'd habitually carried a pen for his boss's convenience—a fundamental quality of a competent assistant.

But at that moment, Alan was unaware of Julian's purpose. Witnessing Julian sign the divorce agreement, Alan was stunned. He thought, "What? Mr. Galloway roused me in the middle of the night to retrieve this agreement from the company, only to have him sign it with his wife in the hospital emergency room?"

Looking at the familiar signature, usually reserved for important company documents, now affixed to the divorce agreement, Alan felt a pang of sympathy for Julian.

After signing, Julian tossed the pen onto the table and threw the divorce agreement to Rosalie. The thin paper wasn't heavy, but its arrival caused her heart to skip a beat. She received it with both hands, her face remaining calm. Without examining it, she folded the agreement and pocketed it.

“Thank you, Mr. Galloway.”

“Rosalie, you’d better never regret today’s decision.”