Chapter 75
Julian had been completely focused earlier when he cleaned her body, his mind devoid of any impure thoughts. But now, he was damn close to losing control
His gaze darkened, the heat in his chest spreading like wildfire. His throat was dry and burning, and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing
with the effort.
And then, as if the universe was testing his limits, Rosalie rolled over and kicked off the blanket in the process. One of her long legs draped lazily over the blanket, and her smooth skin was stark against the dark blanket.
Rosalie’s legs were long, muscular, and unfairly enticing. And it didn’t help that she was only wearing the simplest black cotton underwear–nothing fancy, nothing seductive–yet it still sent an unbearable wave of heat rushing through him
Forcing himself to look away, he grabbed one of his own dress shirts from the wardrobe and slammed the wardrobe shut with a sharp bang, his patience worn dangerously thin. Storming over to the bed, he yanked Rosalie up, not bothering to be gentle this time.
Rosalie was woken up by his grip, and her brows knitted together in protest, “Mmm What are you doing?”
“Put it on His voice was strained, each word bitten out through clenched teeth.
But Rosalie remained completely unresponsive with her eyes shut, not giving him even the slightest bit of cooperation.
“Damn it.” Cursing under his breath, Julian showed the oversized shirt over her head, working fast to button it up before his self–control snapped completely.
It was such a simple action, yet by the time he was done, he was already breaking a sweat
He glared at her sleeping face, frustration practically radiating off him. Unable to hold back, he reached out and gave her cheek a firm pinch. “Rosalie, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
His voice was now rougher and lower, hoarse with something he didn’t want to n
He started to regret taking over Clara’s job. He should’ve let someone else deal with this mes
With a final curse, Julian turned on his heel and strode straight to the bathroom.
mess. Because right now, he was the one suffering.
It was a full hour before he emerged again,
a, his face still taut with tension. He cast one last glare at the sleeping troublemaker sprawled across his bed and then slammed the door to leave,
