Breaking Free From Mr. Ceo

In reality, Julian's forceful, domineering kiss didn't last long before he let Rosalie go.

Rosalie clenched her teeth in anger and wiped the corner of her lips where Julian had touched her. The fury and disgust in her eyes remained completely unchecked.

Julian didn't get angry at all. Instead, he let out a chuckle, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes as he said, "Keep glaring at me, and I'll have to give you a real deep dive."

Rosalie was completely thrown off by his words. Remembering how this bastard had just forced himself on her, she had no doubt he would actually follow through on his threat. Even though she was absolutely But her heart-her damn heart-was still a mess from Julian's unexpected kiss.

These past few days, she had convinced herself she had already moved on from Julian. But now she realized that as long as they were in the same space, letting go was impossible.

He was the man she had loved for most of her life. No matter how much she tried to act cold and distant, no matter how tough she sounded, there was still a voice inside her that kept telling her over and over- she hadn't let go of Julian.

She lowered her eyes and let out a bitter chuckle in her mind. She thought, 'After everything that happened, I still can't let go of this bastard. If that's not pathetic, I don't know what is.

She was ridiculing herself for her own weakness, completely unaware that Julian wasn't in much better shape.

The reason he had let Rosalie go so quickly wasn't just because he was afraid of pushing her too far and making her leave for good. There was something else.

He was afraid of losing control.

He hadn't expected what was supposed to be just a teasing joke to escalate into this.

This woman was like a poppy flower, beautiful but poisonous. The moment

he touched her, she became an addiction he couldn't shake. Before, he had kept his distance and thought nothing of it. But now that he had gotten a taste, he realized he was losing his grip.

He carefully glanced at Rosalie, who was sitting beside him with a stony face, showing no emotion at all. A rare unease crept into his heart. Even though Edward had told him that Rosalie still had feelings for hir Back when they were married, he had been so used to the way Rosalie looked at him with admiration that now, he could easily tell how much of that affection still remained in her eyes.

The more he faced this truth, the more uneasy he felt. He was terrified that she would grow to hate him more and more, that she would distance herself from him even further.

This was the first time he had truly acknowledged the fear of losing something important. And he realized-noveldrama

it felt awful.

He wondered if Rosalie had felt the same way back then, constantly walking on eggshells, afraid of upsetting him, terrified of making a mistake that would push him away. Maybe that was why, when she finally He had never experienced this kind of insecurity before, so he had never understood her pain. But now that he was in her shoes, he finally realized how much of an asshole he had been to her.

Pressing a hand over the dull ache in his chest, he glanced at Rosalie again and quietly apologized, "I'm sorry... I crossed the line just now."

His voice was hoarse. The man who had always been so arrogant and untouchable now couldn't even summon the courage to meet Rosalie's eyes. He was afraid of seeing nothing but disgust in them.