Chapter 113 He's Still Mad

Rosalie grabbed a few groceries on her way home and headed straight for the apartment. "Hilda, can you make a couple extra dishes tonight?" she asked while Hilda was tidying up. Rosalie paused for a moment, then added, "Let's do barbecue ribs and meatloaf." She remembered Julian loved those dishes. Then, Rosalie opened their chat and typed, "I asked Hilda to make what you like. Will you come home for dinner?" The message went through, but Julian didn't reply. Pressing her lips together, Rosalie went to the bedroom, slid open the vanity drawer, and lifted the crystal bracelet. The bracelet felt cool as she fastened it. Its smooth edges pulled back the memory of Julian's warm palm closing around her wrist. She held her arm under the desk lamp, turned until the light hit just right, and snapped a photo. The crystal gleamed all the brighter against her pale skin. She sent the picture to Julian. "I'm wearing it." There was still no reply from Julian. Irritation pricked at Rosali