Chapter 227
Julian chuckled and cut her off. “What’s the point of acting out an explicit scene alone? You only truly get deep‘ when you participate, don’t you think?”
He deliberately emphasized the word “deep,” his eyes gleaming with a devilish glint, his wicked charm on full display.
Rosalie might still be an inexperienced young woman, but she had read plenty of novels. It took her less than a second to get Julian’s dirty joke.
Especially since she was the one who had, not even fifteen minutes ago, explicitly asked to gain a deeper understanding of such scenes.
Then, with a crisp sound, his belt buckle came undone. The waistband of his pants loosened slightly, revealing the edge of his black underwear.
Rosalie’s brain short–circuited. Any composure she had vanished instantly.
She tried to shift back in her chair, only to realize there was nowhere left to retreat. Her brows furrowed even tighter. Julian, back off.”
“You were the one who wanted a deeper understanding. And now you’re telling me to back off? Which version of you should I believe?” Julian narrowed his eyes slightly, lifting her chin with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Rosalie tried to avoid his eyes. The moment she struggled, she must have accidentally pressed a button because her seat suddenly reclined backward, taking her along with it.
Julian hadn’t expected that either. Caught off guard, he lost balance and ended up falling right on top of her.
The warmth of his body, combined with the heated air inside the car, made the surrounding atmosphere feel even more suffocating.
He was now pressing down on her, separated by only a thin layer of fabric. Rosalie could clearly feel the heat radiating from his body–and worse, it was rising.
Even though she had been married to Julian for two lifetimes, she had never been this physically close to him. Her heart started to race. The more flustered she became, the harder she struggled, completely unaware of just how dangerous her actions were.
*Rosalie, if you keep moving, I won’t hold back.” His voice came from above her. But in her panic, she didn’t catch the warning hidden in his tone.
She kept squirming under him. Julian’s eyes grew darker, and the heat in his throat became unbearable.
Julian thought, “This damn woman–is she trying to kill me? Does she even realize what she is doing?’
“Rosalie, I’m serious. I won’t hold back.” His voice was hoarse as he warned her again.
“Then don’t. I’d like to see what-” Rosalie, her checks burning, snapped back at him, but before she could finish her sentence, Julian silenced her with a kiss.
Her eyes widened. She struggled even harder, but it only seemed to provoke him. The more she fought, the tighter he held her head in place.
Up front, the driver and Alan exchanged glances again.
Things in the backseat were getting intense.
“Should I slow down?” The driver lowered his voice and asked Alan.
After all, knowing their boss’s stamina, this was probably going to last a while. If he interrupted them midway, he might lose his job.
Alan pressed his lips together, furrowing his brows as he fell into deep thought. They are both divorced, so is it really okay for things to get this
intense?
Then again, knowing his boss and how he only regretted things after the divorce, this was the perfect chance for them to reconnect. They definitely shouldn’t interfere.
So, he nodded at the driver. “Yeah, better slow down a little
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