Chapter 80

Julian's eyes narrowed, dark storms brewing within. He leaned closer, his lips moving slightly, his voice low and dangerous. "Oops, too late," he murmured. It was useless. With that, he carried Rosalie toward the stairs. No matter how much she struggled, it was futile.

She screamed. "Julian! Put me down! You bastard!"

The more she thrashed, the tighter his grip became. She was completely trapped, unable to move. The servants in the living room were stunned, unsure if they were witnessing a heated argument or aggressive foreplay. They could only watch, frozen, as Julian carried Rosalie up the stairs.

The bedroom door slammed open. Rosalie, still struggling, barely reacted before Julian threw her onto the bed. The moment she tried to sit up, he was on top of her—fast, decisive, without hesitation.

He was furious. No one had ever tested his patience like she did. "Julian—mmph!" Her words were cut short by his lips crashing down on hers.

Rosalie froze. Her eyes widened in shock; anger yielded to disbelief. Even after two lifetimes as his wife, this was unprecedented. Rosalie had never been this close to Julian, not even once. In her past life, he had never touched her, let alone kissed her.

Her mind blanked. Her body went rigid. She forgot to resist, completely caught off guard. But the second Julian pried her lips apart, reality returned. Without hesitation, she bit down hard. Her teeth sank into his tongue, merciless and unrelenting. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

Julian grunted in pain, his grip loosening enough for her to escape. The moment he released her, she retreated to the farthest corner of the bed, putting as much distance between them as possible.