Breaking Free From Mr. Ceo novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 

Reudie furrowed her brows and tumed around to lock her clear, cold gaze with Julian’s angry eyes. She raised her eyebrows and asked, “What’s the mutter, Mr. Galloway” Got something to say? 

“legire” Julian’s voice was cold and commanding. The words were sharp and firm, making Rosalie freeze for a split second. 

Unexpectedly, Roseanne brightened at Julian’s words. She thought with a smug grin, ‘I knew it, Julian won’t let me suffer. So what if she’s his ex- wile! They re dworced now, and she’s nothing. She’ll be the one apologizing to me in the end, won’t she? 

Standing behind Julian, Kaleb watched the whole scene unfold, his face turning a little exasperated. He thought while shaking his head. ‘No hope for him Seriously, this guy just doesn’t learn his lesson. But at least he’s got a talent for digging his own grave 

Meanwhile, Rosalie remained calm. Hearing Julian’s cold, authoritative comunand, she let out a light laugh and replied, “Excuse me?” 

“Apologize, Julian gritted his teeth and repeated, his frustration now fully spilling over. 

He hated how Rosalie was completely ignoring him. More than that, he was scared that one day, she’d completely cut him off as a stranger. 

If he didn’t do something to make her notice him, he feared he’d fade completely from her life. 

But, of course, Julian’s way of making her see him was all wrong. He was only pushing Rosalie further away, just like he always had, yet he never realized it. 

“You slapped her, and now you just want to walk away?” Julian added, his anger blinding him to the cold flash of disappointment that flickered in Rosalie’s eyes. 

That brief moment of disappointment quickly vanished, but it had landed a hit nonetheless. 

Rosalie lifted her eyelids slightly and stared back at him with a mix of disbelief and scorn. Then, noticing Hoseanne’s smag, almost victorious expression, Rosalie smirked and jerked her wrist out of Julian’s grip. 

Julian, if your brain isn’t doing you any favors, maybe you should just donate it. It’s not like it’s useful for anything else,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. 

Without waiting for his dark, menacing expression to turn a any uglier, Rosalie hopped into the cab. 

As the door slammed shut, she told the driver, “Oakfield Tower, please.” 

Her voice, so sharp with Julian just moments ago, now softened, almost gentle as she gave the driver her destination.