Chapter 78

Rosalie scoffed inwardly, her expression barely concealing her disdain. She scooped up a small spoonful of porridge and brought it to her mouth. But before she could swallow, Clara suddenly spoke, “No, Madam, I didn’t change your clothes. It was Mr. Galloway who dressed you last night.”

Rosalie choked on the spot. Porridge went straight up her nose, but she didn’t even care. Clara’s words had already scared her senseless. Her brain was about to explode at the thought of Julian being the one who changed her clothes. The more she considered it, the harder she sobbed, each gasp more violent than the last.

“What’s with the overreaction? I just changed your clothes.” A cold, mocking voice rang out from above her head.

Rosalie instinctively looked up and saw Julian standing there in a tracksuit, the faint scent of sweat lingering from his morning run. His lips curled into an amused smirk as he looked down at her, his eyes full of ridicule. “Your face is turning red. Is it really that thrilling for you?”

Rosalie pursed her lips and tightened her grip on the spoon. She took several deep breaths, finally forcing herself to resist the overwhelming urge to fling the entire bowl of porridge at his smug face.

Rosalie thought, “Anya was right. This guy is nothing but a damn bastard. A self-absorbed mutt who loves flattering himself.” Then, a horrifying thought struck her. Her eyes widened. “Wait, you changed my clothes?” she screamed in her mind. Does that mean… he saw everything!

Julian caught the shock in her eyes. His smirk deepened slightly, and he teased, “Didn’t Clara just tell you? Or are you trying to thank me?” Rosalie retorted inwardly, “Thank you, my ass!”

She shot him a sharp glare that could have burned him to ashes. The mere thought of him seeing something last night made her want to die. Her face burned, hotter than ever, as if she’d been thrown into a furnace.

Julian watched the color rise in her cheeks, and for the first time in days, his mood improved. He teased, “Your face is so red. Are you thinking about—”

“Shut up!” Rosalie snapped through gritted teeth, her expression dark as a storm cloud. She cursed internally. The servants were still around. What the hell was this shameless man trying to say?

Surprisingly, Julian didn’t get annoyed at being cut off. Instead, he took a step closer, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, “If you really want to know what I saw last night, why don’t you come back to the bedroom? I’ll tell you everything.” His warm breath brushed against her ear, sending an unbearable shiver down her spine. The low, husky tone, paired with those suggestive words, made her already burning face feel like it had actually caught fire.

She had no idea what had gotten into him lately. A few days ago, this man couldn’t wait to get rid of her. He had practically shoved the divorce papers in her face, eager to kick her out of his life. Yet now, he was flirting like his life depended on it.

Rosalie met his playful gaze head-on, her expression darkening. Then, she let out a cold laugh. She raised her chin slightly and taunted, “Oh! Why go back to the bedroom? Just say it here. I’d love for everyone to hear how you took advantage of someone last night.”

Julian stared at her, momentarily dumbfounded. He thought bitterly, “Wow, ever since this woman signed the divorce papers, she’s gone bolder.”