Chapter 183 Under Her Spell

Rosalie broke out in a cold sweat. What did this man mean by that? A few unlucky coincidences didn't make them connected. She instinctively stepped back, wanting to put some distance between herself and the dangerous man. Her sore legs gave way, and she lost her balance, stumbling backward. A firm arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her steady and preventing her from falling. Heat radiated from him through the thin fabric, sending a mix of familiarity and unease through her. Rosalie jerked his hand away as if it were on fire. She stumbled back several steps. "Mr. Yarwood, those were really just coincidences. If I gave you the wrong impression, please forgive me," she said nervously. Julian watched her anxious expression, and the teasing spark in his eyes faded a little. He stayed where he was and eased back onto the sofa, sitting comfortably yet still commanding attention. "Relax. I won't hurt you," he said calmly. Rosalie relaxed a little. She quickly pulled out a tissue and