Rosie Sullivan stared for a moment and instinctively turned her head to look. As expected, she saw a figure that could ignite her anger just by appearing—
Benjamin Durant.
An unforgettable scoundrel even if turned to dust and ashes.
Besides him was another man, a few years older, starkly different from Benjamin's frivolous and flashy demeanor. His attire was casual, yet he appeared mature and steady.
Rosie's eyes flared with fire as they landed on the two of them, watching them step by step make their way over.
The man keenly noticed her gaze and glanced at her twice. However, Benjamin was solely focused on the barbecue, oblivious.
Until the two of them stood in front of Rosie—
"Ben-ja-min."
Rosie spat out each syllable of his name with fiery anger.
The originally enthusiastic Benjamin froze abruptly upon hearing her voice. Turning around, he saw Rosie standing outside the door, and a chill surged from his back to his head.
"Oh shit—"
