Chapter 105 This Man

Inside the bathroom, Julian clutched the edge of the sink, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. In the mirror, his flushed face and clenched jawline reflected back at him. A pink toothbrush and a whimsical cat-ear headband rested on the counter. Meanwhile, the air was thick with Rosalie's sweet fragrance, lingering in every corner of the room. With a frustrated sigh, Julian twisted the faucet open, splashing cold water over his face. But no matter how hard he tried, the image of Rosalie's smile and her soft, delicate skin wouldn't leave his mind. A wave of heat spread through his body, threatening to cloud his judgment. He couldn't understand it. He'd always kept women at arm's length and even found them repulsive at times. But why was it that Rosalie had such a hold on him? In the end, Julian yanked open the frosted glass door and stepped under the stream of water. Despite the cold rushing over him, it barely managed to dull the fire that blazed inside. The sound of