Chapter 47

She turned to Julian and asked, “When do you plan on filing for our divorce?”

Hearing the word “divorce” slip from Rosalie’s lips again, Julian stiffened. His face, which had only just softened, instantly darkened. His deep, intense eyes clouded with a shadow of grimness as he began walking toward her. The brief warmth that had stirred in Julian’s heart from Rosalie’s earlier words—about once having feelings that were now gone—was quickly swept away by the coldness of her insistence on divorce.

He stopped in front of her, his brooding gaze locking onto her cold, indifferent expression. He took a step closer, the space between them shrinking, his presence looming over her like an unshakable force. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as he looked down at her. Rosalie instinctively stepped back under the weight of his gaze, but she forgot about the coffee table behind her. Her foot caught, and she stumbled backward.

In an instant, she reached out, her hand grasping Julian’s arm to steady herself. Before she could exhale in relief, Julian’s mocking laughter cut through the silence. “You rush me to divorce you, yet you throw yourself at me, Rosalie. Your little act is starting to confuse me,” he said.

His words, laced with scorn and dripping with bitterness, met her unchanged face. His eyes darkened, becoming heated and intense, burning with frustration and disbelief. What irked him most was that Rosalie had once cared deeply about his opinion. Now, no matter what he said, she wore the same indifferent expression, as if his words held no weight, even when he mocked her.

His strong fingers brushed across Rosalie’s chin with unsettling gentleness. The callouses on his fingertips sent a shiver through her tender, flawless skin. The sensation was electric, sparking a twinge of tension in her body, making her instinctively stiffen.