“You can’t let him treat me this way! Take me away! Please, take me away!!”
It felt like lightning struck me, leaving me frozen in place as I watched the burst of happiness in Rosalie’s eyes.
She carefully held Fritz’s hand, gentle as if holding something precious.
Joy spilled from her brows and eyes.
“Don’t worry, we’re leaving right now.”
Rosalie rushed out with him pulled along, her steps never slowed even for a moment as she passed me.
She only tossed back one line. “Keagan, you need to calm yourself and learn how to be my husband properly.”
After that, Rosalie did not come home for three months.
She took Fritz to Switzerland to see the snow.
He casually mentioned liking the Alpine snow views, she immediately purchased a hillside vacation home, and the ownership papers carried only his name.
After that, they traveled to Venice.
Fritz shared a photo online of Rosalie’s specially ordered watch, an eighteenth-century sapphire face glowing brightly on his wrist.
[There is always someone who quietly grants every wish you have. So this is how it feels to be treasured.]
Rosalie’s preference had always been obvious and direct, just like when she chased after me.
Never understanding restraint.
I stared at that image for a very, very long time until a sharp ache spread through my eyes.
Dropping my eyes, I rotated the band on my ring finger, the small diamond ring she purchased using her very first month’s internship pay.
“Uncle Teddy.”
When the butler poured tea, I asked quietly, “The Snyder family’s long-term investment fund has always depended on Grandfather’s backing?”
The butler quickly unlocked the safe and removed the papers.
“Young Sir.”
“The elder prepared all of this for you before he died.”
I studied the terms, thought about the Alpine snow edge, the reflective canals of Venice, and that vintage watch.
Then I called Rosalie.
After three ringing tones, I switched to a video call, and the face on the screen was Fritz’s.
“Brother Keagan?”
“Rosalie is showering.”
A faint mark showed along his collarbone, and his face carried the content look of a man fully indulged.
He no longer resembled the shy, thin boy he once was.
“Honestly, there’s something I’m unsure whether I should mention, but I think you’ll learn it sooner or later.”
“Do you know?”
“Rosalie said the thing she dislikes most about you is your always-calm manner.”