Chapter 82
“Oh? Or did I hit a nerve? You’re infuriated, aren’t you?” Rosalie asked with a sneer.
As she was speaking. Rosalie dragged her gaze downward and landed right at Julian’s waist. She let out a chuckle. Her slow, heated scrutiny was impossible to misinterpret.
Julian followed her line of sight, and his chuckle too–a cold and dangerous one.
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“ark expression turned utterly stormy. Then, unexpectedly, he let out a low
His deep eyes gleamed with something readable as he suddenly moved to grab her ankle and yank her forward. The little
distance between them disappeared in an instant.
His fingers clamped around her chin, firm but not quite rough, his voice dropping to a sultry, almost teasing murmur.
“They say the only way to test the truth is through experience. Yet here you are, making wild assumptions about your husband without any firsthand knowledge. Don’t you think that’s a little unfair?”
His face then inched closer to hers, their noses nearly brushing, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them. The heat of his body and the scent of his skin were overwhelming.
His voice dipped lower, seductive and deliberate. “Should we put that theory to the test?”
As he spoke, his hand slid down, his fingers grazing her waist before giving a sudden, punishing squeeze.
Rosalie jerked, a sharp shudder rippling through her. She was insanely ticklish scoot back, her voice rising in alarm. “Julian, don’t you dare.”
and Julian knew it. She instinctively tried to
“Oh?” He let out a cold laugh. His deep and threatening gaze locked onto hers, filled with mockery.
He said, “You spent the whole morning trying to push my buttons, practically begging me for a proper ‘marital interaction‘. And it just so happens that I have very little patience when it comes to matters of my pride. So naturally, I feel the need to set the record straight.”
His hand on her waist tightened just slightly.
Rosalie internally cursed, ‘No. No, no, no. That is not what I was trying to do. I just wanted to piss him off, not–whatever this is. Julian has no redeeming qualities, but damn, he’s the most shameless bastard alive.
“There’s no need… to prove anything,” Rosalie stammered.
Seeing Julian was really doing something to her, Rosalie felt a bit regretful now.
She should’ve just eaten her damn breakfast and left. She regretted wasting her time arguing with this jerk. Now she had thrown herself into an incredibly stupid situation, and it was entirely self–inflicted.
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