"What do you mean?" Julie's soft voice trembled, barely above a whisper.
"If you're going to be with other men, why not be with your husband?" Roman's deep voice rumbled, his gaze piercing as he watched Julie's tears stream down her face, soaking into his shirt.
"I never slept around with anyone," Julie cried, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head violently.
Roman grimaced as he watched her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and he thought, Why is she crying? Shouldn't she be happy that I'm offering myself to her freely?
His cold, black eyes narrowed as he stared at her intensely, determined to find out if Julie was telling the truth. Was she really not the kind of woman he had imagined?
Ignoring her desperate expression, Roman reached out—his hand landing on the back of her head in an instant.
The next moment, "Uhm...mm,"
he pressed his lips against hers.
Julie's eyes widened in shock. She froze in his arms, stiff with disbelief.
