Chapter 84

After a pause, Rosalie continued, “If you don’t fall for me, why do you insist on having some so-called marital interaction with me?”

Sevres gleamed with amusement, but a sharp edge was unmistakable.

Julian’s jaw clenched. “Rosalie, that’s the worst joke I’ve ever heard. You sound less like a comedian and more like a desperate clown, putting on a show for attention.” She had provoked him one too many times, and her words finally got under his skin. He scowled, furious at himself for even feeling guilty about her mentioning him falling for her.

“A clown! Putting on a show for attention!” Rosalie repeated his words in her mind. Her gaze hardened, a trace of self-mockery flickering within. She thought, “So that’s what I’ve been to him all this time, huh? A clown to pass the time. No wonder in my last life, when I got into that accident, he didn’t even care enough to ask if I was alive. The only thing he did was generously wait around to ensure my body was collected.”

Julian didn’t notice the shift in her emotions. Seeing her suddenly go quiet, he assumed she was scheming something else. He was about to speak when Rosalie chuckled. “Oh, so it’s not feelings, huh? Then I guess it’s just… your rut, right?”

She clicked her tongue and smirked. “Spring isn’t even here yet. Julian, I really didn’t expect you to have your rut now.”

Julian’s expression grew stormy. Rosalie had shown him just how sharp-tongued she could be that day. He barked, “Rosalie, you—”

Before he could finish, the sound of incoming messages chimed from his nearby phone. Probably needing a distraction from the frustration she’d stirred up, Julian glanced at the screen. His eyes darkened slightly, but his expression remained unreadable. Without a word, he pocketed the phone.

Julian thought there was no point in arguing with Rosalie anymore. He knew she might not win, and as much as she was infuriating him, he wouldn’t take advantage of her.