Chapter 191

“Rosalie, you’d better never regret today’s decision,” Julian said, suppressing his distress with his usual arrogant tone.

Alan was speechless. He secretly glanced at Julian’s face and muttered, “I think you’ll be the one regretting it later, heh.” Of course, he only dared to think it. He never imagined his words would come true.

Rosalie, however, seemed indifferent to Julian’s harsh words. “Mr. Galloway, please rest assured. I won’t regret it. If I do and pester you, you can break my legs.”

Alan was stunned. “Mrs. Galloway, you don’t have to be so ruthless to yourself,” he thought.

Rosalie checked her watch. “It’s getting late. 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 like last time. I’ll be leaving now.”

Every word, though polite, felt distant, wrenching his heart. Watching Rosalie resolutely leave the emergency room with the divorce agreement, Julian clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly. Moments later, he looked up blankly, pressing his hand against his aching heart. Several deep breaths offered no relief. He felt unbearable pain and emptiness, as if a part of him had been taken away.

Alan stood by, silent. He’d rarely seen Julian so blank, helpless, sad, and lonely—as if he’d lost something precious and irretrievable.

As a bystander, Alan sensed Julian didn't hate his now ex-wife as much as he pretended. Alan was confused. If Julian cared, why feign indifference, hiding his true feelings? After his wife repeatedly requested a divorce, he even had Alan bring the agreement from miles away in the middle of the night and signed it.

Looking at Julian’s scarlet eyes, Alan felt a surge of gloating amusement. The miserable Julian reminded him of one thing: it’s hard to win an ex back.

“As a very professional special assistant, should I make arrangements to help him win his ex back?” Alan mused, as Julian left the emergency building with a darkened face.

It was after one in the morning; the street was nearly deserted.

At year's end, Hasmond was freezing. When Rosalie emerged from the hospital, heavy snowflakes were falling. Anya had invited her out, and Rosalie, expecting warmth, wore only a thin cashmere coat. Standing at the hospital entrance, the swirling snowflakes felt like icy blades scraping her face, making her shiver. She didn’t call Eden, opting instead for a taxi, waiting by the roadside. The cold wind pierced her thin coat, freezing her blood and making her tremble.