Roman and Julienne's heart desire
Chapter 51: Now you can have them all for yourself. No need to be sad

Chapter 51: Now you can have them all for yourself. No need to be sad

And then—he opened it.

As the laughter died down, the door opened again.

Roman stood just outside, pausing with a calm breath.

Then, with his usual coolness, he opened the door fully and gestured to Julie to walk in first.

She stepped inside.

The room fell utterly silent.

Every head turned.

Julie’s presence had an unexpected impact—elegant and composed, she seemed almost out of place in the lively setting, like a quiet snowfall in the middle of a storm.

Her posture was graceful, her steps measured, as if she belonged somewhere far more refined than this chaotic, neon-lit room.

The maroon in her dress caught the warm lights like dark rubies, shimmering subtly with every movement.

It wasn’t just her beauty—it was the way she carried herself, effortlessly poised.

Her eyes scanned the room politely, not with arrogance, but with quiet observation.

A flicker of uncertainty passed over her face, the barest hesitation, before her shoulders straightened.

Behind her came Roman.

If Julie brought stillness, Roman brought weight. A commanding presence. _{fre(e)webnove.l.c.om}

His gaze swept across the room with casual indifference, and the air seemed to shift as his cold aura settled into the space.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t nod. He simply walked in, and that alone seemed to silence the oxygen in the room.

His fitted dark shirt clung to his broad shoulders, and there was something about the ease of his stride that sent a subtle ripple of tension through the group.

Roman placed his hand on her lower back and Julie’s chest pushed forward, ever so slightly, as if instinctively responding to the cue of his touch.

"Come," he said.

And they walked side by side to the couch, like royalty entering a room of mere citizens. Not hurried, not showy—but together, and in sync.

Roman waited until Julie lowered herself before he lowered himself beside her, unhurried and confident.

He stretched his arm along the back of the couch, resting it behind her shoulders in a way that was both protective and possessive.

His fingertips just grazed her shoulder blade, a silent signal that she was his and he was present.

Samantha watched with a big smile on her face and was quick to raise her hand, motioning it right side to the left side, "Hi."

The others were watching with their mouths hung open,especially Simon, who had once bet good money that Roman would never, not in this lifetime, be seen with a woman like this.

Not because Roman wasn’t capable of it, but because no one thought he’d ever let someone in.

Lazarus smiled, genuinely happy for his friend. And clearly, everyone could see—just by the way Roman held Julie from behind, so naturally, so unmistakably possessive—that the thing was serious.

Max paused, his mouth wide open in a lack of words, and it stayed that way until Roman sat down and lifted one leg, resting it over the other with a casual ease.

His movements were slow, deliberate.

Sitting like the dignified king he was, Roman watched his friends, who were still unable to form a single word or syllable.

From the side, Samantha was still watching everything unfold, that big crooked smile now stretching wider on her lips like she’d won some secret bet.

Julie, beside Roman, was quick to break the tension.

"Hello," she said softly, directed toward Samantha, her voice smooth and even, yet carrying enough strength to cut through the stunned silence.

Lazarus was the first one to talk since he had already heard something from Samantha.

The silence had gone on long enough, and if anyone was going to bring it back to normal, it had to be him.

"I can see we already made a progress," he said, his tone light but full of amused curiosity, looking directly at Roman before turning his head toward Julie.

"Hello, I’m Lazarus—his best friend," he added with a warm, inviting smile, making sure she knew that she was not only welcome but already part of something.

Julie smiled back and nodded her head.

"I’m Julienne, but you can call me Julie since you are his best friend," she said and glanced at Roman, her gaze softening just a bit.

Lazarus raised his eyebrow at what she said, a playful glint sparking in his eyes. "So I can only call you Julie because I’m his friend? Don’t you want to be friends with me?"

He tilted his head slightly, feigning offense, but there was genuine curiosity behind his tone.

The atmosphere in the room remained light, but alert—everyone was quietly hanging onto every word, intrigued by Julie’s presence and how effortlessly she handled them all.

Roman watched quietly from the side, his face unreadable but his gaze sharp.

He didn’t interrupt, just observed—still, there was something alert in the way his fingers lightly tapped against the backrest behind Julie.

He was eager, not openly, but inwardly, to hear what her answer would be.

"There is no need for that," Julie said, her voice calm, controlled.

That single sentence took everyone by surprise. It wasn’t what they expected.

Even Roman, who rarely looked visibly surprised, blinked.

Lazarus, who’d started the teasing banter, fell speechless. He stared at her, caught off guard.

’Oh my... I hope she will like to be friends with me,’ Lazarus thought, his expression stuck between panic and confusion.

’Because I would like to be friends with my best friend’s woman. That will be more good.’

"Why? It is like you don’t want to be friends with me," he asked, still trying to figure out if she was joking.

Julie smiled, the corners of her lips curling gently, and the tension in the room faded just a little.

"Because his friends are my friends, so there is no need for me to be friends again with you right," she said with such simplicity, it made Lazarus laugh out a long, relieved sigh.

Lazarus sighed, pressing his hand against his chest. "For a second I was about to have heart attack. You know why?"

"Let me know," Julie said, her tone sweet, her face a soft mask of amusement.

"Because it wouldn’t be nice if me and you are enemies right," Lazarus said, pointing between them dramatically with his index finger.

"You are right," Julie replied, and just as she began to settle again beside Roman, another voice broke in.

"I Maximus but you can call me Max just anyone to your liking," Max said from the couch beside them, flashing a relaxed grin.

Simon, who was sitting not far away, finally calmed down from the mountain of silence he had climbed.

He smiled, clearly amused after hearing all that was said.

"I’m Simon but I’m so sad," he said with a pout, arms crossed.

Not just Roman, but all of them raised a brow in sync, like a rehearsed reaction.

Hearing that, Julie blinked and decided to ask, her voice tinted with concern and innocence, "Why are you sad Mr Simon," she asked, her head tilting slightly to the side.

"I’m sad because I was eager waiting for his arrival so I can talked business with now I’m all lonely since he also had a partner," Simon said, his expression dramatic.

And in the next second, all they could hear was Lazarus and Max’s laughter.

It echoed loudly through the room, both of them doubling over with amusement.

While Roman just smiled, the edge of his lips curling slightly as he looked at the woman he hadn’t taken his eyes off since they sat together on the couch.

Something about her—her confidence, her kindness, her way of handling people—kept drawing his attention.

"It okay don’t be sad calm down," Julie said gently, her voice like a soft breeze.

Roman raised a brow when she suddenly stood up, watching her with a questioning gaze, though he made no move to stop her. He was curious now.

"Samantha," Julie said, stretching her palms forward in invitation.

Samantha watched her for a beat, then smiled brightly and placed her hand in Julie’s.

She stood beside her, her posture relaxed, like she had been waiting for this moment.

As Samantha stood beside Julie, she turned around to face the others.

"Now you can have them all for yourself, no need to be sad," she said.

"Excuse us," Samantha said with a happy smile on her face.

Julie said, and all of them watched with their mouths hung open.

No one spoke, stunned by the smooth takeover.

When they reached where Maximus’s girlfriend was seated, both Julie and Samantha smiled in an evil way, perfectly in sync like it was planned.

"Sorry we are taking her with us," both Julie and Samantha said together.

Their hands opened wide toward the girl like a magical offer.

And she was quick to accept it.

"Thank God now I will take a breath," she said, already getting up as she blew Max playful kisses, clearly thrilled to be rescued.

The room stayed frozen for another long moment.

Max sat speechless, a crooked smile forming slowly on his face, and Lazarus looked between the girls as if they’d just pulled off the greatest heist in the room.

Roman leaned back again, his expression unreadable—but his eyes never left Julie.

There was something magnetic in her movements, in her ability to shift a room with nothing but grace and a few calm words.

She didn’t just walk into his world. She owned it.