Chapter 262 Maybe, I Am Mr. Charles

Julian was pushing a breakfast cart into the suite. His sharp, handsome features softened into a lazy smile when he saw Rosalie awake, and he lifted an eyebrow with casual amusement. "Up already?" He stepped closer, his gaze sweeping over her, his voice low and sultry. "Still feeling unwell?" Rosalie's cheeks instantly flushed. She instinctively averted her eyes from his intense stare and asked, "Why did the attendant just call you Mr. Charles?" Julian methodically placed the trays on the table, his tone calm. "Maybe… I am Mr. Charles." "Stop joking." Rosalie dismissed it without a second thought. "Mr. Charles would never be as… unrestrained as you." She mentally scolded Julian. The real Charles, whom she had accidentally offended at the banquet last time, had been restrained and gentlemanly, escorting her away without a single incident. There was no way he could be the same man before her now—insatiable, demanding, and without limits. Besides, the powerful and untouchabl