Chapter 72
Julian kept swallowing hard over and over, as if that was the only way to suppress the heat steadily rising in his chest.
“Come on, answer the. Say I’m brilliant, Rosalie demanded again, stubborn as a child who refused to back down without a word of praise.
Juhan had no idea she was like this when she was drunk. She wasn’t throwing a fit or causing a scene, yet somehow, dealing with her was even more exhausting than if she had.
She was driving Julian insane. However, he had no choice but to play along
Taking a deep sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose and finally relented. “You’re brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.”
Finally hearing the answer she wanted, Rosalie beamed, and her lips curved into a satisfied, almost angelic smile.
That was exactly when Clara walked in with the hangover cure. She froze at the door, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her. The air in the room was charged, and Julian’s and Rosalie’s postures were too intimate.
Clara hesitated, unsure if she should step in or turn right back around.
But before she could decide, Julian calmly reached up, pried Rosalie’s arms from his neck like nothing had happened, and said in his usual cool tone. “Bring it in ”
“Okay,” Clare replied.
Clara hurned forward, but as she got closer, she realized just how drunk Rosalie actually was.
She thought, so that hug was probably just the alcohol talking: For some reason, that thought left her oddly disappointed.
“Sir. Madam’s in no state
in no state to take a bath. Do you need me to help” Clara asked, keeping her voice soft
In her mind, she muttered, Who the hell did she go drinking with to end up like this?
