Chapter 89 Have My Baby

Julian's hot breath hit Rosalie's ear, his voice raspy and low. "Look at me, Rosalie. Do you recognize who I am?" That heat the cold water had just snuffed out was already seeping back through his bones, flaring up even stronger this time. Rosalie was so out of it. Reaching out on instinct, she tried to seize the one thing that promised cool, comforting relief. Her fingertips brushed against cold, slick fabric. It was the unmistakable feel of a top-tier, custom-tailored suit. Blinking her eyes open, she saw his drenched suit that somehow still looked perfectly tailored. She recoiled in fear, yanking her hand back like she had been burned. That man wasn't Julian. He would never wear a suit. Fear gripped her heart. She hugged her shoulders and desperately tried to shrink back, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Go away. Don't touch me." Unfortunately, the heat raging inside her kept burning hotter, threatening to consume her completely. Rosalie was at her limit. She clutched he