Chapter 74
again.
Once Rosalie finished drinking the hangover cure, she handed the cup back to Julian and obediently lay down on the bed agal
Julian set the cup on the nightstand and turned back to her, only to find that she had already closed her eyes into a fast sleep.
Her sleep didn’t seem peaceful. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and even in slumber, her delicate features were clouded with discomfort and frustration.
“Rosalie Julian reached out and gave her shoulder a slight shake, but she swatted his hand away with irritation.
Julian urged again. “Rosalie, wake up. Take a bath first”
Rosalie didn’t react. She simply turned over and ignored him completely.
Julian took a slight sigh and ultimately gave up on waking her. Instead, he headed to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, and returned to her side. Gently, he began removing her clothes, leaving only a few scraps of fabric.
Then, with careful precision, he took a towel and wiped her down, making sure to clean every inch of her skin.
After he was done, he walked over to the wardrobe to grab some clean clothes for her. But the second he opened the doors, his hands stilled. There was nothing of Rosalie’s inside.
Only then did he remember that just a few days ago, after slamming th
that divorce agreement on his desk, she had packed up all her things and left. Julian munered, Teh, she really didn’t leave a damn thing behind.”
A sharp, humorless chuckle slipped past his lips as he turned back toward the bed. But what he saw next made his mind go blank
Rosalie lay there, half–dressed, her bare shoulders exposed. Her bra strap had slipped off her arm and dangled loosely, revealing just enough to tease without truly exposing anything. The subtle hint of skin, the lazy sprawl of her limbs–it was somehow even more alluring than outright nudity.
