Chapter 83
Chapter 83
Julian’s face remained dark, his voice casual but firm. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”
His thumb brushed against her lips, slow and teasing, his calloused fingertips tracing the soft skin. It was an intimate gesture, far too intimate.
He studied her, his eyes filled with something unreadable. “In just two days, I’ve realized something fascinating.”
He tilted his head slightly and added with a sneer, “My wife is far more interesting than I ever thought. I think it’s only fair that I get to fully appreciate her fascinating soul.”
With that, he leaned in, the tip of his tongue–still tinged with the faint sting of the bite she had given him–trailing along her trembling lips.
Rosalie’s mind went blank for a full second. Then she cursed internally, ‘You shameless, walking hormone. Aren’t you afraid of breaking your waist?‘
Seeing Julian’s lips come closer inch by inch, Rosalie
“Julian, have you had enough fun yet?”
threw up a hand to press it firmly against his chest at the last second.
His eyes flickered, filled with mock amusement. “Have fun?”
He let out a low chuckle, but his voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Who told you I was having fun?”
Rosalie raised an eyebrow and retorted, “No? Then what are you doing? You’ve actually fallen for me?”
Julian’s expression darkened instantly. His lips curved into something cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Well, you really are interesting. Your shamelessness makes me laugh.”
