Breaking Free From Mr. Ceo novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45 

Chapter 45 

She forced down the storm of sorrow and rage rising in her chest, suppressing the burning redness in her eyes. Swallowing hard, she pushed back the ice–cold tears that threatened to fall. 

Bite by bite, she ate in silence, never lifting her gaze. She was so absorbed in keeping herself composed that she failed to notice Julian watching her silently from the side. 

From the moment Rosalie had started arguing with Helena, Julian had remained silent 

He had watched Rosalie stand alone, facing a crowd of opposition, battling them all with nothing but her sharp words. On the surface, she seemed untouchable, victorious even. 

But somewhere deep in Julian’s chest, an unfamiliar ache had settled in. It was subtle but persistent, a discomfort that lingered–one he couldn’t quite place, yet couldn’t ignore. 

Rosalie’s icy indifference was like an impenetrable shield, flawlessly concealing the vulnerability buried deep within her. She looked utterly untouchable, as if nothing in the world could shake her. And yet, the more she appeared this way, the more suffocating the tightness in Julian’s chest became. 

You’re not 

‘re not going to check on her!” The question slipped from his lips before he even understood why he was asking. 

Rosalie’s hand, which had been lifting her utensils, paused for the briefest moment. Then, her expression remained unreadable as she slowly raised her gaze to meet his. A cold, mocking smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 

“Mr. Galloway,” she said, her tone dripping with irony, 

you 

you’re so worried, you’re free to go upstairs and check on her yourself. No one’s stopping 

Her delicate features were utterly devoid of warmth, her eyes sharp with disdain and sarcasm. “In fact, if you do, they’ll all be thrilled.” Rosalie thought bitterly. They’d probably love nothing more than to see Helena take my place and marry into the Galloway family. 

Julian could hear the sharp edge in her voice, but what truly got under his skin was the s gaze darkened with anger. 

sheer derision in her eyes–undisguised, deliberate. His own 

was so furious. But hearing her so casually lump him together with another woman sent a sharp, inexplicable