Filed to story: I Got Married Without You Novel Free (Rosalyn & Andrew)
“Mr. Kingston, you are too generous, but if I were to take your money, I wouldn’t be able to marry Logan with a clear conscience.”
Her words implied that compared to being the wife of Logan Taylor, fifty million dollars was nothing.
On the contrary, accepting his money would affect her marriage to a rich and powerful man.
It wasn’t until this moment that Andrew realized why she didn’t want a penny from him. It turned out that she had plans to marry a wealthy and powerful man.
As he looked up at Rosalyn, all doubts in his heart dissipated entirely, leaving him an emotionless expression.
“Rosalyn, from now on, never show your face in front of me”
Rosalyn smiled indifferently. “I won’t.”
She would never have the chance to show her face in front of him again because she had no future.
Her love for him would be buried with her as time pa**ed, and no one would ever know.
At the gate of Andrew’s private manor, Paul quickly got out of the car.
A Koenigsegg dr ove into the garden when he was about to enter the villa to look for Andrew.
A man who was nearly 6’2″ tall got out of the car.
He had a tall, well-proportioned figure that could be considered perfect without flaws.
He exuded an arro gant aura from head to toe, with a strong sense of oppression that made people dare not approach him.
Even Paul felt a chill run down his spine when he saw this, let alone Andrew’s opponent.
Paul adjusted his mood and walked up to Andrew.
“Andrew, you’re back.”
He wanted to ask where he had gone. Clearly, Andrew had left the Nightshade earlier than him, but he returned later.
However, when he saw Andrew’s gloomy face, he didn’t ask.
Andrew walked past Paul and headed straight for the villa.
As Andrew entered the entrance, the servant, who waited for a long time, greet him with a bow of respect.
Andrew removed his jacket, untic his tie, and handed it to the servant. Then, he walked to the wine cabinet.
He casually picked up two exquisite wine gla**es and poured some wine into them. As he turned around and handed the gla**es to Paul, who had been following him.
“What brings you here?” Andrew asked.
Paul rarely came to his private manor. He must have something to tell him, especially at such a late hour.
Paul took the red wine and looked him up and down. Seeing Andrew’ expression, which was not as grim as before, Paul mustered up the courage to speak.
“Andrew, did Ms. Bell offend you before?”
Paul was taken aback when he witness Andrew pouring wine on a woman’s head for the first time, Andrew was a gentleman, in Paul’s mind, he would never do such a thing.
Andrew glanced at him coldly. “It’s none of your business..”
Despite the rebuke, Paul remained unfazed and even probed further, “Is she the woman you keep?”
He knew that his brother had a secret lover, but he had never seen her before.
He would never know who that woman was if it weren’t for his abnormal behavior tonight.
Andrew raised his head and gave him another cold look. “What are you implying?”
Paul planned to probe a bit more, but when he saw how direct Andrew was, he decided not to beat around the bush.
He put away his gentle smile and asked solemnly, “Andrew, have you fallen in love with Ms. Bell?”
In the Nightshade, when he saw how Andrew had targeted Rosalyn, he had already guessed that she was the woman who had been his secret lover for five years.
When he first saw that Rosalyn looked like Crystal, he thought Andrew had just regarded her as a substitute.
But later, when Andrew lost control of himself because of jealousy. Paul knew that Andrew had never been the jealous type, and this behavior was not a good sign.
Moreover, as soon as Crystal returned to the country, Andrewt broke up with Rosalyn, which was enough to show that Rosalyn was not important as a substitute in his heart.
Paul didn’t say anything more. He raised his head and drank up the wine in his gla**. Then, he got up and said, “Andrew, I’ll go. back.”
Andrew didn’t reply. He just nodded indifferently.
Paul had been used to his indifference since he was a child, so he was not angry. He picked up his coat and turned to leave.
It was raining heavily outside. The a**istant held an umbrella to help Paul get in the car, and he asked the a**istant to drive downtown.
While waiting for the traffic lights at the intersection, he saw Rosalyn, who was only wearing a dress, hailing a taxi in the heavy rain.
Her petite body was thin. The dress, soaked by the rain, tightly clung to her body, making her seem even more fragile.
Her curly hair was scattered and stuck to her palm-sized face. It was a little messy but didn’t affect her broken beauty.
Paul saw taxi after taxi zooming past her, but none of them were willing to stop and give her a ride.
After hesitating for a moment, he ordered his a**istant to drive the car to her.
Rosalyn covered her eyes with her hand and vaguely saw a man walking toward her with an umbrella.
When the umbrella covered her head, she was stunned for a moment and slowly raised her eyes to look at him…
In a trance, she seemed to see Andrew from five years ago…
She remembered that it was raining like this that day. She knelt at the nightclub door and begged pa**ers-by to buy her for at night.
Many men came in and out, touching, teasing, and laughing at her, but not a single one was willing to buy her.
Only a cold and noble man in a black coat slowly approached her with an umbrella.
When he covered the top of her head with the umbrella in his hand to shield her from all the storms, she seemed to see the arrival of a god.
Under the dim light, she crawled to his feet, grabbed the hem of his pants, and begged him to buy her for a night.
The man looked down at her with no contempt or ridicule in his eyes. He just asked coldly, “Are you clean?”
Rosalyn blushed and nodded at that time, and then the man stretched out his slender and beautiful hand to her.
When she placed her hand in his broad palm, she was destined to be unable to extricate herself from him for the rest of her life…
“Get in the car. I’ll send you home.”
Paul opened the car’s back door, and his warm voice came down, mixed with the rain.
Only then did Rosalyn come to her senses. The person in front of her was Paul, Andrew’s cousin.
She had already broken up with Andrew, so she shouldn’t have anything to do with his family.
However, her phone ran out of battery, so she couldn’t get a taxi. The shops nearby that could take shelter from the rain were also closed.
Rosalyn hesitated for a moment and got in his car.
She was soaked all over, and even the back seat was wet.
Rosalyn quickly removed a tissue from her bag and wiped the carpet under her feet. With a red face, she said, “I’m sorry, I dirtied your car.”