Chapter 33 Who Was She Hugging Earlier?

When Rosalie threw herself into his arms, Julian immediately froze. In his peripherals, he saw a couple stepping out of the Maybach. Raising an eyebrow, he let go of the luggage's handle and wrapped an arm around her waist. He didn't exactly use a lot of force, but it was enough to press her body tightly against his. Rosalie could feel the hard lines of Julian's muscles underneath the fabric, and she blushed at once. Lucian was taking luggage out of the Maybach's trunk when someone gently held his arm. "Lucian, that lady looks like Rosalie from here." He followed her gaze and looked over. One glance, and he turned his gaze away coldly. "It's not her." No one knew Rosalie more than he did. He knew everything there was to know about her, including her fashion style and little habits. She loved outfits in pink, green, and white shades. Even her luggage was pinkish as well. She would never wear an all-black outfit and pair it with black luggage. More to the point, Rosalie