Chapter 133

The one who truly spent time with Julian knew exactly what kind of person he was. If Julian didn’t have ulterior motives, he wouldn’t be using such pleasing words. The woman sitting across from Rosalie didn’t think the same way; in fact, she thought much more deeply than Rosalie did.

Because Rosalie was his wife, she was different and outside the scope of his germ phobia. As husband and wife, kissing was a common occurrence, so what was the big deal about eating food she served? Their interactions were never too intense.

In the past, even if Helena had inappropriate feelings for Julian, her reactions were subdued. But when she looked at Julian’s handsome face and imagined this excellent-looking man gently kissing Rosalie, she felt so jealous that her internal organs seemed to twist. This was partly because Edward had said that since the two were getting divorced, he would try to matchmake Helena and Julian.

Even though there was no concrete basis for it, she had already claimed Julian as her own. She had even thought about what to name their future children. Naturally, seeing her man being affectionate with another woman was bound to upset her. The pain of her nails digging into her flesh repeatedly reminded her to maintain her composure and not let Rosalie provoke her into losing her cool in front of Julian, which might make him despise her later.

She ignored Julian completely, not even sparing him a glance. But Julian seemed to have saved all his patience for today. When Rosalie ignored him, he lightly poked her arm with his index finger. Rosalie didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Julian, surprisingly, didn't get angry at being treated so coldly by someone usually so high and mighty. Instead, he repeated his request in a gentle tone. “Serve me a lamb chop.” The way he said it made it sound like a normal, everyday interaction between a couple at home, simple and warm. Rosalie didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Helena, sitting across, couldn’t hold back any longer. She released her clenched fist, forced an ingratiating smile, and picked up her fork. “Julian, I’m closer to the lamb chops. Let me serve you,” she said. This time, instead of directly putting the lamb chop on Julian’s plate, she waited for him to speak, thinking he wouldn’t refuse her, someone who had no self-respect left.

Unfortunately, she overestimated her status. Julian was never a gentle person to begin with. When Julian’s gaze shifted from Rosalie to Helena, the warmth in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold, piercing look. Helena was so scared that her fork dropped to the table.

At that moment, Rosalie leisurely put down her fork, stood up from her chair, and curled her lips into a mocking smile. “Do you hear that she is eager to serve you, Mr. Galloway? If you are willing, she’d even feed you,” Rosalie said sarcastically, with no intention of sparing Helena’s feelings. With those words, Rosalie walked away from the table and headed upstairs.

Helena was happiest to see Rosalie leave. Without that annoying woman around, she finally had a chance to build a relationship…