Roman and Julienne's heart desire
Chapter 56: My ears are yours

Chapter 56: My ears are yours

In the large, softly lit bedroom, two figures lay curled in each other’s arms on the spacious bed.

The night was calm, and the hum of the air conditioner gently filled the room with a cool breeze.

Roman slept peacefully, his breathing even and steady, his arm draped protectively around Julie. But while his sleep was calm, Julie’s rest was troubled.

Her brow glistened with sweat despite the coolness of the room, and her body occasionally stirred under the covers.

"Huh... wait... don’t run... come back," Julie muttered in her sleep, her voice faint and breathless, her eyes tightly shut in distress.

In her dream, it was snowing—soft white flakes dancing in the air like feathers falling from the sky.

Everything around was covered in a pristine white layer, and the world was quiet, save for the soft crunch of hurried footsteps.

A little girl was running, her tiny legs trudging through the thick snow.

Around her neck fluttered a long, red knitted scarf, the end trailing behind like a streamer caught in the wind.

She chased after a small gray wolf pup, calling out.

"Wait! Come back!" the girl cried, her voice light but anxious, as if the creature she pursued meant more to her than just a game.

Without realizing it, the girl crossed the limits of safety.

Signs were posted clearly, warning of a sharp bend and steep drop ahead, but the snow had partially buried them.

Her eyes were fixed only on the pup, and she ran on, oblivious to the danger.

Then it happened.

Her feet lost grip on the icy path. With a yelp, she slipped and tumbled forward.

Snow and ice flew in all directions as her small body rolled down the slope.

Before she could stop herself, she reached the edge of the mountain cliff.

Her head struck a jagged rock buried in the snow. A sharp crack echoed in the cold air.

The girl’s eyes fluttered shut, a trail of blood mixing with the white snow beneath her.

Motionless, she lay there, her scarf caught on a branch above the drop, fluttering helplessly in the wind.

In the bedroom, Roman stirred. Something tugged at him in his sleep, a deep feeling of unease. Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking at the ceiling.

Beside him, Julie was tossing and turning, her breath uneven, and her face glistening with sweat.

"Julie?" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

She didn’t respond.

"Julie," he said again, more firmly this time, sitting up slightly.

He noticed how tightly her eyes were shut and the way her lips trembled as she murmured incoherent words.

Roman leaned over, concern filling his gaze. Gently, he placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a soft shake.

"Julie, wake up. It’s just a dream."

Suddenly, Julie let out a terrified scream, her eyes snapping open.

She bolted upright, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, her entire body trembling.

Roman was momentarily startled by the intensity of her reaction but quickly wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey, hey—you’re safe. It’s alright," he whispered, holding her close. "Are you okay?"

Julie turned her wide, frightened eyes toward him, and seeing his face grounded her.

Her breath began to slow. She took a deep inhale, then exhaled shakily, her body gradually calming.

"I’m alright," she whispered, nodding slowly, though her voice still trembled.

"You had a dream, right?" Roman asked gently, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead.

She gave a small hum of confirmation, her gaze drifting downward.

Roman didn’t press further. He simply pulled her back into his arms and held her, his hand running softly along her back, offering comfort without words.

Silence settled between them for a while. The distant hum of the AC and the rhythmic sound of their breathing filled the space.

Then, after a moment, Julie stirred.

"Do you... want me to tell you what I dreamed about?" she asked, her voice quiet but steady now.

Roman looked down at her, his eyes soft and full of warmth. He smiled faintly.

"Yes, if you want to. My ears are yours," he said, his tone as tender as his gaze.

Julie exhaled slowly and nodded. "It was a little girl. She was chasing a small wolf through the snow. She looked like she cared so much about it... like it was something she couldn’t afford to lose."

Her voice dropped slightly, laced with something fragile.

"She ran too far. Past a warning sign. There was a cliff—and she didn’t see it. She fell, and hit her head. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t reach her..."

Roman listened patiently as Julie finished recounting her dream, his expression thoughtful.

For a few seconds, he remained quiet, as if trying to piece something together. Then, a frown crept onto his face.

"You... you dreamed about your younger self, didn’t you?" he asked gently, his eyes searching hers.

Roman asked the question because back then, he also used to think about his little self or what happened in his life that trouble him even though he have no idea about her past life.

Julie blinked, a little surprised by the question. She hesitated before shaking her head quickly.

"No, I don’t think—" But then she paused, her brows furrowing in thought. "Now that you say it... she did look a lot like me."

Her eyes grew distant for a moment, her mind tracing back to the image of the little girl in the snow. Slowly, realization settled into her features.

"No—it’s not just that she looked like me. She was me." Her voice carried a mix of awe and wonder.

"She was my little self," she said at last, a smile blooming on her face as if the memory had turned from something frightening into something strangely comforting.

It was a soft, warm smile—so different from the terrified expression she had just minutes earlier. The contrast made Roman relax slightly.

"But..." Julie added, her smile fading into a frown, "Did I really fall from a cliff when I was little? And what was I doing on a mountain like that in the first place?"

She looked confused, almost lost in thought, as though trying to recall something buried deep in her memory.

Roman reached out and cupped her face gently with his hands, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

"Hey," he said softly, "whatever happened back then, what matters now is that you’re here—with me. Safe and not dead."

Julie couldn’t help but laugh a little at how blunt but sweet his words were.

The corners of her lips curved up again, and though she said nothing, her eyes glistened with warmth and gratitude.

Roman smiled back, pleased to see her mood lifting.

"By the way," he added suddenly, as if remembering something important, "It slipped my mind earlier, but—I finished all the paperwork and requirements for you to go back to school."

Julie’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Wait... seriously?" she asked, her tone full of surprise and hope.

Roman nodded, the pride evident in his face. "Yes. I’m serious. Everything’s ready."

For a moment, Julie just stared at him, stunned by the news.

Then, her face lit up with pure joy. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed and, without warning, launched herself at him in a hug.

The sudden movement caught Roman off guard, and he stumbled back with her onto the bed.

They landed with a soft bounce, and Roman couldn’t help but chuckle as Julie buried her face into his chest, laughing with genuine happiness.

"You’re amazing," she whispered.

Roman grinned, holding her tight. "I know," he teased playfully, and for a while, the room was filled with laughter and warmth—banishing any shadows the dream had left behind.

Roman chuckled, his arms instinctively wrapping around her as she hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, thank you so much," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, still clinging to him without realizing the position they had fallen into—her body pressed against his, legs loosely wrapped around his waist.

Roman smiled softly, brushing a hand down her back. "You don’t have to thank me, okay?" he said, his voice tender and low. "It’s my responsibility to take care of you. And besides..."

He paused, lifting her chin gently so she could meet his eyes. "You forget—you’re my wife now. The woman I love. So don’t thank me for loving you."

Julie’s breath caught in her throat. His words sank deep into her chest, stirring something inside her. She swallowed hard, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

Normally, she might’ve jumped off him, flustered and shy, but this time, she didn’t. _{f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m}

Instead, she snuggled closer, burying her face into the crook of his neck, letting the warmth of his embrace surround her.

Roman froze for a moment, surprised by her response.

The closeness of her soft body against his, her warm breath brushing against his skin—it all sent sparks racing through his nerves. Still, he said nothing, not wanting to ruin the moment.

But minutes passed.

And the way her body shifted slightly, her legs still around him, her lips grazing his neck as she breathed—it began to awaken something primal in him.

His heartbeat quickened. His arms tightened slightly around her, struggling to stay still.

Finally, his voice, deep and husky, broke the silence.

"Julie..." he murmured, her name laced with tension he could no longer hide.

Julie blinked, unaware of how her presence affected him.

But as she shifted again ever so slightly still tucked into him, her touch unintentionally intimate,it became impossible for Roman to ignore the fire building inside him.