Chapter 192

The black Maybach slowly exited the hospital. Alan, the driver, was the first to spot Rosalie shivering by the roadside. He subconsciously braked, slowing the car, and said to Julian in the back, “Mr. Galloway, it’s Mrs. Galloway. Shall we… pick her up?”

Julian’s deep, cold eyes, visible through the windshield, fixed on the woman. His emotionless gaze froze for a moment. Just as Alan anticipated a request to stop, Julian replied in a firm, emotionless voice, “Go.”

Alan was stunned. He thought, “You're such a jerk. You deserve this. Mrs. Galloway will be better off without you, a man with low EQ.” “Well, okay,” Alan replied.

Nevertheless, he braked and slowed the car. But even as they passed Rosalie, Julian gave no instruction to stop. Alan sighed inwardly, “You’re destined to be single for the rest of your life.”

Then, as expected, Julian’s gloomy voice cut through the silence from the back seat, “Stop!” Alan quickly braked, turned, and asked knowingly, “Mr. Galloway, any instructions?”

Julian’s expression was gloomy, unpredictable, and stern. “Turn around and pick her up.”

A wave of relief washed over Alan. He thought, “Mr. Galloway is not completely hopeless.” He glanced at Julian, gratified to see a hint of maturity in his boss.

Julian frowned at Alan’s gaze. “What are you looking at?”

“No… nothing. I’ll turn around and pick up Mrs. Galloway.”

Rosalie was still waiting at the hospital entrance. The heavy snowfall made hailing a taxi difficult; after a long wait, none arrived. Before this, Rosalie rarely used taxis, preferring to drive herself. However, her car remained at the Skyline Bar after her high fever necessitated a trip to the hospital. Shivering in the cold, she was about to call Eden.

Just as she reached for her phone, the familiar Maybach pulled up. The car was instantly recognizable; since her marriage, she had waited daily for Julian's return to Rosalian Manor, and she remembered his car and its license plate perfectly. Her expression subtly shifted upon seeing it.

As expected, the front window lowered, revealing Alan's slightly ingratiating smile. “Mrs. Galloway, it’s cold. Please get in. Mr. Galloway asked me to take you home.”

Alan had blatantly “sold out” his boss. Julian, in the back, frowned in displeasure and glared at Alan, initially intending to deny it. However, he swallowed the words, implicitly confirming Alan's statement. His gaze seemed indifferent, but a flicker of concern, hidden beneath the cold exterior, crossed his face as it settled on Rosalie's blue lips.

Rosalie, barely able to endure the cold, might have accepted a ride from anyone at that point, even a stranger.