Breaking Free From Mr. Ceo

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-noveldrama

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 unexpect "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 '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."

Rosalie went speechless.

She had been watching Julian put on a show in front of her with a composed expression, but clearly, he had taken things a step too far.

It wasn't enough that he was acting flirty himself-he had to drag her into it too.

Seeing her own hand resting on his belt buckle, dragged there by Julian, she could already imagine the infamous scenes that might unfold next. Her ears started burning slightly.

She tried to pull her hand back, but Julian tightened his grip, refusing to let her go. “Julian..."

She frowned, and the calm, unshaken expression on her face finally showed a slight crack. Weren't you the one who said you

were eager to get a 'deeper understanding of certain scenes?" asked Julian.