Chapter 135
Erich had worked on other men, but Julian wouldn't be completely indifferent. He would never be attracted to girls and wouldn't take her...
Term though Helena looked like she might crumble at the slightest breeze, Julian remained unmoved.
My Graham, you've misunderstood. I'm just curious. Mr. Graham mentioned something about Rosalie that would get out. There has to be a...
He was basically pointing the finger at Helena and her mother. Helena bit her lower lip in grievance, tears glistening in her eyes as she looked at [icon_hei] heart aching and battered...
She looked as if Julian were a man who had betrayed her for another woman and was left speechless by Julian’s question, his face turning bright red.
He had originally uninvited Rosalie home to ease the tension and didn't want to continue the argument. In hindsight, he shouldn't have called Julian in the first place.
Edward had thought that with Julian present, Rosalie might be more restrained, giving him a chance to play it by ear.
If Rosalie acted up or embarrassed the family like last time, Edward could use the opportunity to show Julian her true colors. In comparison, Helena might then catch Julian’s eye.
But he hadn't expected that even though Julian was divorcing Rosalie, he would still inexplicably protect her, acting in no way like someone about to end a marriage.
Could it be that the servant misheard something that day? Edward wondered.
Although Edward was puzzled, he didn't have the time to dwell on it now. He would just find another chance to test the waters.
However, Julian wasn't about to let Edward off the hook so easily. Since Edward liked to badmouth Rosalie in front of him, he had to clarify things.
Just as Edward was about to speak, Julian’s half-smiling gaze swept over Helena, making her expression even more sorrowful.
“Moreover, Mr. Graham, you (just said that Ms. Graham is bullied by Rosalie but never complains to her parents. So how did you find out?” Julian asked.
Edward’s face changed, and the muscles in his forced smile twitched. “Well…”