Chapter 376

Rosalind turned sharply and walked away, leaving Arabella standing frozen in place, utterly speechless.

Julian immediately moved to block her path. "So you actually have feelings for Everett?"

Rosalind didn't hesitate. "Yes, I do."

Julian's face twisted in disbelief. "That's impossible! How could you possibly be interested in someone like Everett? This is just some twisted way to get back at me, isn't it? I never took you for the petty type."

Rosalind exhaled sharply. "Julian, listen to me—it's over. We were kids back then, and you took advantage of me. You cheated. But the truth is, I never loved you. Not really. Everett is who I want now."

Julian's expression darkened. He couldn't process that the girl who once chased after him had moved on—to someone like Everett, of all people.

"Do you even know what kind of man Everett is? His background is a disaster. Do you seriously think he can provide for you? Or are you planning to be his sugar mama?" he sneered.

Rosalind's eyes narrowed. "I don’t know where you and your entitled friends get your arrogance from. The only difference between you and Everett is that you were born with money. But here’s the truth—I care about him. And I’ll do whatever I damn well please."

"You—" Julian's face flushed with fury.

"Move. You're in my way."

Julian didn’t budge. His grip on her wrist tightened, his glare burning into her.

Rosalind turned to Arabella, her voice icy. "Arabella, was this your plan? Bring Julian here to harass me?"

Arabella’s expression faltered. Lately, Julian had been distant—nothing like the sweet, attentive lover he’d been during their affair.

She had only brought him to watch Rosalind’s humiliation, not to reignite his obsession.

Arabella quickly stepped forward, clutching Julian’s arm. "Julian, you and Rosalind are done. She’s made her choice—let her embarrass herself. Let’s go."

She tried to pull him away.

But Julian’s jaw clenched, unmoving. "Rosalind, you won’t stop until you see the truth for yourself. Fine. I’ll show you exactly who Everett really is."

With that, he roughly shook Arabella off.

She stumbled back, barely catching herself.

Ignoring her, Julian grabbed Rosalind’s wrist and dragged her forward.

Arabella seethed. "Julian!"

What the hell was wrong with him?

Julian forced Rosalind toward his car—a sleek black Ferrari, a symbol of the Blackwood family’s status.

Rosalind fought against his grip. "Let go! You're hurting me!"

Julian glanced down, noticing the red marks his fingers had left on her delicate skin.

His gaze flickered over her face—the soft features, the porcelain complexion, the striking beauty that had once been hidden beneath that birthmark. Her eyes burned like embers, fierce yet fragile.

He released her wrist and yanked open the passenger door. "Then get in."

"No."

"I'm taking you to Everett. Don't you want to see what he's really up to?"