Chapter 277 He Loves Rosalie

Rosalie thought, "Love him?" She pinched the soft flesh of her palm, unable to answer that question. Seeing her remain silent, Julian's imposing presence suddenly sharpened, a flash of irritation crossing his gaze. His brow furrowed, and his voice carried a barely perceptible tension. "You don't love him?" Rosalie felt a shiver run through her scalp under his gaze, her heart racing. She hurriedly shook her head and replied, "We're married. Of course… I like him." "Like isn't love," he said. Edmond had asked him before if he had fallen in love with Rosalie. Julian had replied that he liked her very much. Edmond had laughed and explained that liking was admiration, finding someone interesting. On the other hand, love was wanting to hold someone close while fearing to hurt them. It was restraint, something that ran deep into the bones. At the time, Julian had said nothing. It wasn't until last night, watching her vulnerable, passionate self beneath him, that he finally under