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Chapter 81 The Bleeding on Julian’s Back
A business reporter on the TV was covering the news. “This morning at 9:00 am, Yarwood Group kicked off its quarterly board meeting. Their stock had previously surged following the news of Charles’ whirlwind marriage, leading to widespread speculation of his return to take the helm.
“Unfortunately, Charles was absent yet again, staying true to his mysterious reputation. We still haven’t gotten a single clear photo of him, and the talk about his surprise marriage is all over the place.”
Rosalie was watching intently when she noticed a cold, imposing figure moving closer in her periphery. She snapped back to reality, only to find Julian’s gaze also fixed on the TV.
She subconsciously leaned in to share the gossip. “He’s the one I told you about who looks so much like
you.”
She started analyzing the news. “Isn’t that just weird? The news of his rushed marriage just sent the stock
price up.
“This is his golden opportunity, and he doesn’t even show up for the board meeting. All he had to do was
show his face, and he would lock down the inheritance for sure.
“Everyone says the eldest son is the favorite, but Mr. Yarwood Senior’s refusal to step down makes it pretty clear. He is waiting for Charles to come back. From what I’ve heard, the older brother isn’t even in the same league as Charles.”
A deep voice cut through her chatter. “The moment your voice came back, you were back to running your
mouth.”
Rosalie choked on her words.
Julian continued, “You seemed pretty interested in Yarwood Group, didn’t you?”
She defended herself diffidently, “You can’t blame a person for being curious. Besides, our company just got a foot in the door with Yarwood Group’s subsidiary, Vista Furnishings. It only makes sense to do my
homework.”
She waved her hand. “Forget it. It’s just business stuff. It’s all way over your head.”
She changed the subject, her eyes drifting curiously to his laptop. “By the way, you’ve been glued to that thing all afternoon. What is a firefighter doing spending hours on a laptop?”
Julian grabbed the remote and changed the channel. The screen cut to a TV series. “It’s nothing.”
He added, “Aren’t you into TV series? Watch this instead. It’s better than that fake news you’re buying into.”
His dead-serious tone made Rosalie burst out laughing.
She smiled knowingly and teased, “How do you know it’s fake? Just because your last name is Yarwood, do you think you’ve got Yarwood Group figured out?”
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He looked amused. “It’s just common sense. Stock prices run on performance, not gossip. Anyone serious about taking power wouldn’t vanish at a time like this. The media wants a good story, not the
truth.”
Rosalie was taken aback. She realized that what Julian was saying kind of made sense. She pursed her lips and didn’t argue further, turning her attention back to the TV series.
After the IV drip finished, she pressed the call button. After the nurse removed the needle, she threw off the covers and got out of bed to head to the bathroom.
She hadn’t even gotten to her feet when he hurried over and wrapped his arm around her. Without a word, he picked her up in his arms.
Her cheeks turned rosy as she instinctively squirmed in protest. “I’m much better. I can walk on my own. I
would be mortified if someone saw us like this again.”
He looked down at her, his brows furrowed. “Do I embarrass you?”
Rosalie quickly waved her hand. “No. That’s not true.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She didn’t know how to explain.
How was she supposed to say that her own husband carrying her felt too intimate? After all, they were married. Even if people wanted to gossip about it, it wasn’t a big deal.
Eventually, she shut her mouth in defeat and let Julian carry her into the bathroom. When they came out,
she had her arms around his neck, as if she had given in.
As they passed by the hospital room door, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.
Her heart skipped a beat as she pulled her hands from Julian’s neck and rested them on his back. He set
her down firmly on the bed.
Rosalie withdrew her hand, but her palm was hot and slick. When she looked down, it was covered in glaring red.
Her eyes widened, and she snapped her head up at him. “Your back is bleeding, Julian.”
