Chapter 95

Afraid Rosalie would refuse again, Sean quickly said, "If Anya finds out I let you walk off alone, she'll kill me."

Thinking of Anya's no-nonsense attitude, Rosalie chuckled. "Alright, thanks." Judging by Sean's demeanor, he wouldn't take no for an answer anyway, so Rosalie didn't bother arguing and went along with it.

As they descended the stairs, Sean asked, "So how'd you get hurt?"

Rosalie frowned, reflecting. She couldn't recall the exact moment but suspected it was from the night at Anya's Lounge when she'd overindulged. She replied casually, "I drank too much the other night. Didn't watch where I was going and stepped on some glass."

Hearing about her drinking, Sean raised his eyebrows. "You were drinking because of the divorce, weren't you!"

Rosalie internally rolled her eyes. "Geez, nobody asked you to play detective. Maybe try not running your mouth for once and just walk, okay!" She already regretted letting Sean escort her downstairs because he talked incessantly. She had always wondered how Julian, who barely spoke a hundred words a day, managed to tolerate him.

Seeing Rosalie's silence, Sean assumed he'd hit the mark. He continued, "I knew it. Julian's a piece of shit. Roseanne left him ages ago, and he's still hung up on her? He's such a jerk."

Hearing Sean's outburst, Rosalie almost laughed. Wow, she mused, this guy really knows how to rub salt in a wound.

If I were still the Rosalie from my last life, I'd probably be furious. Hell, I'd probably storm into Julian's office and start a fight. But now, it's just comedy to me.

Before Sean could continue his commentary, Rosalie interrupted, "My ride's here. You can go back to work."

She gestured towards a striking red Ferrari that had just arrived. A man emerged, and Sean's expression changed the moment he saw him. The man was as flashy as his car. Dressed in a pastel pink suit—bold but not tacky—he possessed a sharp, effortless style that could rival even Julian's.

Sean's eyes widened. He glanced from the man to Rosalie, and alarm bells rang. He muttered inwardly, "Shit, Julian's about to get seriously cheated on."

The man greeted her casually. "Hey, Rosalie."

Rosalie handed him her crutch without hesitation. "Come on and help me." Her tone was easy and familiar, as if she frequently directed him. This only intensified Sean's internal panic.

Julian might be an ass, but as his childhood friend, Sean couldn't stand by and watch his best friend's wife be taken away.

Rosalie, oblivious to Sean's thoughts, turned to him. "I'm leaving. You should go back."

"Uh, yeah. Okay, be careful," Sean replied, his gaze lingering on the man, his expression subtly wary.

Once in the car, Eden glanced in the rearview mirror and asked, "Who was that guy? He looked at me with hostility."

"He's Sean Perry," Rosalie replied, fastening her seatbelt. "He doesn't even know you. How could he possibly..."