Roman sat down on the king-size bed beside Julie, who was still fast asleep, oblivious to the sudden devil presence.
Despite being a light sleeper, she hadn’t heard a thing and continued breathing peacefully.
Roman slowly stretched his hand forward, his fingers brushing against the black, spread-out hair that caught his attention. As he touched it, his eyebrows rose in surprise.
"It indeed feels like hair, and so soft," Roman whispered to himself, his eyes widening in astonishnt. His hand froze, still entangled in the hair, as he exclaid, "Oh my!"
anwhile, Julie, who wasn’t a heavy sleeper, had been stirred by the situation she found herself in before drifting off to sleep.
Her eyes snapped open, and she wondered, "Who is that?" as she blinked twice. Roman, realizing everything was now focused on him quickly pulled the bedsheets down, forgetting that he was half-naked.
As he did, he made direct, close eye contact with Julie, a mont that had never occurred before.
Julie’s eyes widened, and she thought to herself, "Oh my, he’s so close!" Roman, equally surprised, thought, ’How did I even forget that she’s in my room, ahh Roman?’ before quickly standing up from the bed.
The room temperature thickened in silence, with neither of them saying anything.
’I was afraid of eting him earlier, now it’s even more embarrassing,’ Julie said to herself as she closed her eyes because of the situation she found herself in.
’What should I even tell her, oh my,’ Roman said as he scratched his temples with his fingers, but before he could say anything, Julie got ahead of him.
"Good morning," Julie slowly said as she attempted to sit on the bed but felt too weak to help herself.
The warmth of Roman’s arms enveloped her body as he caught her, his hands gently pressing against her skin.
The softness of the bed beneath her was a welco relief as she slid down, but the sudden shock of pain as her back hit the bed made her wince.
"Oh ouch," Julie sighed, the sound escaping her lips as she felt the warmth of Roman’s breath on her skin.
But just like a flash, she was raised back in strong arms that she realized were bare, and she quickly raised her head to see Roman’s emotionless shaped features.
The sight of his calm expression was a stark contrast to the turmoil she felt inside.
The electric tension between them was palpable as they locked eyes, the air thick with unspoken emotions.
Julie’s embarrassnt and vulnerability were evident in her wide eyes, while Roman’s uncertainty and concern were etched on his face.
The intimacy of the mont was undeniable, their physical proximity creating a sense of closeness that was hard to ignore.
As he held her with his large hand on her back, he pushed her back a little forward, causing her breasts to push forward inches away from his bare, strong chest, which was shaved carefully without a strand of hair left.
As he placed the pillow behind her back, his hand gently pushed her back to rest on it, but Julie wasn’t satisfied and attempted to adjust herself, forgetting what had happened earlier.
When she was about to sway slightly, Roman leaned forward, and Julie’s hands quickly caught hold of his strong, well-built shoulders.
With a flinch, Julie pulled her hands back, realizing she had actually touched him, and her mind was in another level.
Frowning, Roman looked at her, wondering why she had flinched just by touching him, and their eyes t.
’Oh my, why is he looking at like that? Have I done sothing wrong? Yeah, of course, I touched him, but it’s so awkward.’ Julie said in her head.
’Take of your eyes Roman,’ A voice whispered in his ear, reminding him that his gaze was too intense, but though Roman wanted to look away, he couldn’t.
In silence, Roman and Julie kept looking at each other, both drawn to each other, but with Roman, it was different - he felt like sothing was drowning him into her.
"Stay put. If you’re not comfortable, then tell ," Roman suddenly said with a husky voice, and quickly got off the bed, leaving Julie stunned by the huskiness of his voice that sent chills down her spine.
"Oh okay," Julie said with a small voice, her lips pressed into a thin line.
As she held her hands together and played with her fingers, she couldn’t help but look up at him.
His bare, beautiful, sharp build back was adorned with a tattoo on the corner, just beside his neck, making him look manlier, like it added flavor to it, just like a nice, smooth ice cream with a sprinkle of smashed sweets at the corner.
And slowly, her eyes trailed on his upper body, her eyelashes fluttering now and then, and she gulped at the sight.
Just as her eyelashes lowered and she looked down, she quickly raised them up when she heard sothing crumpling, like clothes.
’Oh, he’s wearing his shirt,’ Julie said internally, and kept watching, but just as she thought he was wearing it, he turned around, his piercing gaze eting hers, and Julie quickly lowered her eyes.
Roman’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the girl on his bed, his gaze piercing into her skin just like how he felt her gaze on his, but he didn’t comnt and walked back to the toilet.
Standing in front of the mirror, Roman looked at his reflection and frowned, asking himself, "What’s wrong with my body? Isn’t it well-built?" He turned his back to the mirror, twisting his head sideways to examine his back.
After a minute, Roman walked out of the restroom, dressed nicely in a blue-black long-sleeves shirt and black jeans, which made Julie’s mouth drop.
"Oh God, he is so dashing," Julie said loud enough for him to hear, but instead of smiling or smirking, he grimaced.
’Am i dashing?’ Roman thought to himself, taken aback. ’She is seriously sick.’ Roman walked forward to the bed, his eyes fixed on Julie.
Since years back, Roman had stopped seeing himself as soone handso, despite most girls admiring him and so even getting shocked by his looks.
He never noticed or reacted, as all that mattered was his business and his family.
"Can you walk? Wait," Roman said as he quickly walked back to the wardrobe and returned with a white long-sleeves shirt, which he dropped beside Julie.
"Wear it," Roman said, turning to leave.
But Julie’s voice stopped him. "What am I to do with it?" she asked, forgetting that her clothes had been torn by the rapist.
Hearing her, Roman blinked and watched her without saying anything, his expressionless face a mask.
He was speechless. ’Hmm, it seems it’s really good that I assigned Malone to babysit her, but maybe at this rate, I think she also needs soone to be with her in the house,’ Roman thought to himself as he kept watching her look at him as if he was the one with sothing wrong.
’God, why did I forget about the house workers?’ Roman thought, slowly nodding his head, completely ignoring Julie’s questioning gaze.
"Sir," Julie said, calling back his attention, but Roman was already forming in anger.
’Oh my, doesn’t she know my na?’ he thought, raising a brow. Look at the person who is saying ’doesn’t she know my na’ while he never told her.
"What am I going to do with it since I have my clothes?" Julie said as she lowered the bedsheets, but seeing her torn gown, her eyes widened, and she swallowed her saliva.
Everything ca flooding back into her mind like an unrestricted stream of water.
She sat there motionless, and seeing that Roman understood she rembered everything, he walked out of the room, leaving her to change.
Sitting there and rembering everything, Julie couldn’t stop her eyes from getting moist, and she sympathized with herself and her state.
Slowly, tears stread down her cheeks, and she sniffed, but she couldn’t stop the tears as they ca down unstoppably.
"Yesterday, I was about to be raped," Julie said to herself, though people said that as long as you know your problem and accept it, you will be able to know the solution or find it. Julie couldn’t stop crying since she had already accepted the truth.
Out of the room and downstairs in the stunning kitchen, full of stuff and in front of the fridge, which was full of neatly arranged veggies and fruits, the elegant Roman was busy taking out so veggies and checking them.
After getting what he wanted, his hand full of stuff, he kicked the fridge close with his left leg and walked to the sink.
Washing the veggies, Roman walked back to the room, but just as he was a foot away from the room, he heard her sniff and stopped in his tracks, contemplating whether to walk in and witness her crying or turn and walk away.
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