Breaking Free From My Ex (Grace and Antonio) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

the one who truly spent time with Julian. She knew exactly what kind of person he was. If Julian didn’t have ulterior motives at the ouldn’t be saving such pleasing words.

ng across from Rosalie, didn’t think the same way. In fact, she thought much more than Rosalie did.

cosalse was his wife, she was different and not within the scope of his germ phobia.

husband and wife, kissing was a common occurrence, so what was the big deal about eating food served by her?

were never too intense.

In the past, even if Helena had inappropriate feelings for Julian, her reactions were

she looked at Julian’s handsome face and imagined this excellent and good–looking man gently kissing Rosalie, she felt so jealous that internal organs seemed to twist

This was partly because Edward had said that since the two were getting divorced, he would try to matchmake between Helena and Julian.

even though there was no concrete basis for it, she had already claimed Julian as her own.

have even thought about what to name their future children.

Naturally, seeing her man fining and being affectionate with another woman was bound to upset her.

The pain of her nails digging into her flesh repeatedly reminded her to maintain her composure and not let Rosalie provoke her into losing her

ool in front of Julian, which might make him despise her later.

Roulemored Julian completely, not even sparing him a glance.

But Julian seemed to have saved all his patience for today. When Rosalie ignored him, he lightly poked her arm with his index finger.

Rosalie didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Julian, surprisingly, didnt get angry at being treated so coldly by someone usually so high and mighty. Instead, he repeated his request in a gentle tone. “Serve me a lamb chop

The mut

way he said it made it sound like a normal, everyday interaction between a couple at home, simple and warm.

Role didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Helena, sitting across, couldn’t hold back any longer. She released her clenched fist, forced a ingratiating smile, and picked up her fork. “Julian, I’m closer to the lamb chops. Let me serve you,” she said.

This time, instead of directly putting the lamb chop on Julian’s plate, she waited for him to speak, thinking that he wouldn’t refuse her, someone who had no self–respect left.

Unfortunately, the overestimated both her status. Julian was never a gentle person to begin with.

When Julian a semilung gaze shifted from Rosalie to Helena, the warmth in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold, piercing look. Helena was so scared that her fork dropped to the table.