Breaking Free From My Ex (Grace and Antonio) novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226

The driver and Alan went speechless.

Even with the partition up, there was only so much soundproofing in a car. Rosalie’s words reached them loud and clear.

They thought, ‘So Madam is that bold?‘

Alan and the driver exchanged glances, secretly relieved they had raised the partition earlier.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t end up witnessing their boss and his wife making a contribution to the baby–making effort.

Rosalie had only said that to counter Julian’s provocation–she had no idea her words had sent the two in the front seat into a spiral of wild thoughts.

She kept her gaze steady on Julian, her eyes clear and calm, without a trace of indecency.

There was no way she was looking at a man stripping–her gaze was practically that of someone admiring a deity radiating divine light.

Julian went speechless.

Just as Rosalie was about to enjoy watching him make a fool of himself, Julian suddenly leaned in closer.

Caught off guard, she flinched at the sight of his face coming in fast. In her panic, she jerked back—and slammed her head right into his chin. The impact was so hard that a muffled grunt of pain escaped from above her.

“Rosalie!” Julian’s voice came out through gritted teeth.

Rosalie, rubbing her sore forehead, looked up at him–only to see his lips smeared with blood. He must have bitten down on them when she crashed into him. His lower lip was swollen, with a small cut at the corner. Paired with that bright red blood, it was unexpectedly alluring.

“Mr. Galloway, you’re the one who suddenly leaned in. How is that my fault?” Rosalie’s face remained as calm as ever.

Julian’s expression darkened. Right in front of Rosalie, he licked the blood off his lips with his tongue. Rosalie’s eyelid twitched at the sight.

It instantly reminded her of a classic line from a cheesy domineering CEO novel she had read recently: [This little thing is sinfully tempting.]

The next second, she heard Julian chuckle. He placed one hand on the leather backrest behind Rosalie, his tall frame leaning in so close that the already cramped space felt even hotter and more stifling. “I just thought… a scene like this needs someone to play along. And you… are perfect for the role.”

‘No, I’m not, Rosalie thought, as she kept a straight face as she looked at Julian’s almost unrealistically handsome features.

His shirt was unbuttoned, and because of their positioning, she had a clearer view of his exposed upper body.

He grabbed her hand, pulled it forward, and guided it toward his belt.

“Curious? Help me take it off.”