Chapter 253 Waking Up

Julian stared at Rosalie's flushed face for a long moment, his deep eyes clouded with confusion before suddenly widening. Then he understood. "Damn!" He cursed under his breath and sprang up from her. Rosalie was stunned—this was the first time she had ever heard him curse. He sat on the edge of the bed, naked, his broad back to her, his chest rising and falling rapidly with heavy, restrained breaths. The raw, restrained desire in his posture made her feel a strange mix of guilt and concern she couldn't explain. Hesitating for a moment, she gently poked his back. "Do you want me to… help?" she asked. After all, it wasn't the first time she had helped, and if necessary… She could just pretend to faint again. Julian's body went rigid, and he snapped his head around, his eyes dark with burning desire, locked on hers. In the next instant, he lifted her without a word. Rosalie was momentarily speechless. She wondered if it was too late to pretend she had passed out. A nigh