Chapter 155 Whose Kiss Is Better?

A moment later, a photo from Julian popped up. On the white ceramic plate, a glistening roasted chicken leg caught her eye, accompanied by golden scrambled eggs, bacon, and a side of braised vegetables. Rosalie swallowed hard. The fire department's meals were surprisingly lavish. She replied with a drooling emoji. Then she took a photo of the bland takeout in front of her and sent it with a pitiful, pouty emoji. A few minutes later, her phone buzzed again. Julian texted, "Come downstairs." Rosalie's eyes lit up instantly, and she grabbed her phone, running toward the lobby. "Ms. Ashford, it's still raining outside, you'll need to take an umbrella…" The receptionist called after her. "No need," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. The moment the elevator doors slid open, she immediately spotted Julian standing in the lobby. He held a thermal food container in one hand, his posture perfectly straight as he waited. She almost ran to him, her eyes sparkling with delight