Chapter 134 My Man Isn't Easy Prey

They burst out like pigeons startled by fireworks, tripping over each other with their hands over their heads, running as if something terrifying were at their heels. Julian sat alone at the table, composed as ever, slowly eating a barbecue rib. The table was a mess—food spilled onto the floor, plates shattered into shards. But the meat dishes remained untouched, neatly arrayed like soldiers awaiting command. Rosalie stepped into the doorway, stunned. "What did you do?" Julian reached out, caught her wrist, and gave a gentle tug. "Sit down. Let's finish dinner." Rosalie didn't move, staring at him. He tipped his gaze up and said casually, "They called me a freeloading pretty boy and tried to humiliate me. I ran out of patience and tuned them out." He pointed at the broken pieces on the floor. "I even handed them a dish as an apology, but they couldn't hold it steady." The nervous tension in her chest eased, and a smile slipped out before she could stop it. She grabbed a napkin,