Chapter 52 You Haven't Been Coming Over for Meals Lately

After a moment, the door finally opened. Julian seemed to have just finished showering. A towel hung loosely around his waist, and droplets of water still clung to his bronzed skin. His damp black hair fell across his forehead, and a bead of water slid down his sharp jawline and over his Adam's apple. His sculpted chest, well-defined abs, and sleek Adonis belts—every inch radiated raw masculinity. Even though Rosalie had seen it a few times, she couldn't help but let her gaze linger a moment longer. Soon, her gaze fell on his arm, where the scalded blisters were. They appeared even redder and swollen after being rinsed by the water. Pressing her lips together, she held out the lunchbox and a small bag of medicine. "This is for you," she said. Julian didn't take them. Instead, he turned and walked straight into the bedroom, leaving the door open. With no other choice, Rosalie followed him in and set the things on the dining table. This was the second time she had stepped into his