Chapter 198 She's Awake

When Rosalie opened her eyes again, daylight was spilling across the room. Her fever had subsided, though her head still felt heavy like it was stuffed with damp cotton. She had a good night's sleep, but she had no idea that a man had spent nearly the whole night awake cooling her forehead with warm towels again and again. Stepping out of the bedroom, she spotted Julian's tall frame in the kitchen. With an apron tied around his waist, Julian stood at the stove stirring a pot of chicken soup. The morning light streamed through the window, gilding him in a soft halo of gold. Rosalie propped her chin on her hand, watching quietly from the table for a long while. At last, he brought over a bowl of soup, perfectly cooled to the right temperature, and set it before her. She smiled, dimples showing. "You look really good in an apron." Wiping his hands, he leaned down close, his breath searing hot. "Like it? Shall I wear it tonight then?" The mouthful of soup nearly sprayed out. Her ch