Chapter 89 Have My Baby
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Chapter 89 Have My Baby
Julian’s hot breath hit Rosalie’s ear, his voice raspy and low. “Look at me, Rosalie. Do you recognize who I
am?”
That heat the cold water had just snuffed out was already seeping back through his bones, flaring up even
stronger this time.
Rosalie was so out of it. Reaching out on instinct, she tried to seize the one thing that promised cool, comforting relief.
Her fingertips brushed against cold, slick fabric. It was the unmistakable feel of a top-tier, custom-tailored
suit.
Blinking her eyes open, she saw his drenched suit that somehow still looked perfectly tailored. She recoiled in fear, yanking her hand back like she had been burned.
That man wasn’t Julian. He would never wear a suit.
Fear gripped her heart. She hugged her shoulders and desperately tried to shrink back, her voice trembling uncontrollably. “Go away. Don’t touch me.”
Unfortunately, the heat raging inside her kept burning hotter, threatening to consume her completely.
Rosalie was at her limit. She clutched her arms, her nails digging into her skin. She bit down hard on her lower lip, hoping the pain would clear her head.
Julian’s eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed her wrist and pried her lip free from her teeth. “Stop hurting yourself, Rosalie. Let me help you.”
She shoved him away with a strength she didn’t even know she had. “No! Stay away. I’m begging you.
Don’t get close to me.”
Crouching in the icy corner, she was drenched, with her long hair stuck to her skin. She couldn’t tell if it
was water or tears.
Rosalie clung to the last bit of her sanity, weeping fiercely, “I’m married. M-My husband is Julian. I-I can’t do this to him, Please let me go.”
Julian’s gaze locked on Rosalie, like he was trying to burn a hole right through her. Suddenly, he tore his drenched shirt apart. Buttons flew everywhere, unveiling his chiseled chest and washboard abs.
He quickly closed the distance between them, holding her tight against him. Then, he gently but firmly pried her fingers away from where they were digging into her skin. He leaned inward, his hot lips brushing her cheek as he murmured, “Have my baby,”
Any rational thought left in Rosalie had been consumed. She was deaf and blind to everything around her.
The strange coolness coming from Julian was the only relief in this inferno. Rosalie leaned into him on
Chapter 89 Have My Baby
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Her fingers moved on their own and climbed up his shoulders, desperately trying to rip away the last of
his clothing.
His breathing instantly grew ragged. His hand hesitated at the back of her dress, hovering over the zipper
as he swallowed.
In the darkness, the war between his desire and his conscience was tearing him apart.
Just then, Rosalie tilted her head back in Julian’s arms. She looked up at him with misty eyes before
pressing an awkward, fervent kiss to his lips.
Just like that, the last of his restraint snapped. The role reversed instantly. He held back the impulse to tear the delicate dress apart as he slowly pulled down the cold zipper.
Right as they were about to cross the final line, a frantic knocking suddenly erupted at the door.
Mason Carter, Julian’s assistant, called out from outside the door, “Mr. Fenwick is here with his men, Mr.
Yarwood.”
“Damn it!” Julian muttered.
The frenzy left his eyes. Rosalie was limp as a ragdoll as he picked her up and gently lowered her into the tub before turning on the cold water.
He left the bathroom and told Mason, “Get me a change of clothes.” When he came back to the bathroom, he froze right where he stood.
