Chapter 261 Beg Mr. Charles for Mercy

Inside the room, Julian's cold, violent shout of "Get out!" jolted Rosalie awake from her haze. She blinked, still disoriented, and found herself staring into eyes as sharp as ice, radiating pure danger. Julian's jaw was set tight, and his entire presence radiated the irritation and fierce protectiveness of someone who had been disturbed. For a moment, Rosalie almost convinced herself that the man in front of her was the ruthless, decisive Charles. The intensity of the feeling left her frozen. Perhaps sensing her fear, the sharpness in Julian's eyes softened instantly. He leaned down, pressing a warm, reassuring kiss to the corner of her lips. His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with lingering desire and restraint. "Don't be afraid." She thought, "How dare he shout at someone here?" But in the next instant, a wave of heat washed over her again, and under his overwhelming, commanding gentleness, the fleeting thought was completely crushed. Rosalie's reason collapsed once m