Love’s Cunning Ruse ( Mr.Kieran And Julie )

Chapter 278

Julie stared at the first-aid kit in front of her, her eyebrows knit together in a deep frown. Inside the cabin, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man was pointing a gun at the captain.

The communication equipment was shot to pieces by the blond-haired, blue-eyed man. Lying next to Julie was an incredibly handsome man. His dark brows and short distance between his eyes made his large eyes look deeper. His pupils were a grayish blue, his nose was high, and his facial features were extraordinarily handsome.

All Julie knew was that the blond-haired, blue-eyed man was named Kleist, and that the man lying on the floor was referred to as Young Master’ by Kleist.

She never thought that a simple vacation would lead to her being held at gunpoint on this yacht.

Rewinding to two hours ago.

After waking from a dream, she found that Kieran was not in the villa. With her thoughts in disarray, she went out to find him.

The villa was located by the sea, nestled in dense green vegetation. Behind the villa was a huge swimming pool, and beyond that were loungers and a sandy beach.

Seeing no sign of Kieran on the beach, Julie decided to check the garden at the front of the villa. But she saw a flock of birds suddenly taking flight from the dense forest in the distance.

She cautiously approached the forest, calling out Kieran’s name but did not dare to enter the woods.

However, as soon as she called out, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man and another injured man emerged from the forest.

The blond man held a gun and aimed it at Julie’s head. Her scream got stuck in her throat. The sound of footsteps behind them made the man quickly turn around and aim his gun at the forest. Julie tried to run, but the injured man unintentionally lunged in her direction.

To avoid being crashed into, Julie quickly stretched out her hands to support the man. But standing at around 5 feet, she was no match for the man who was at least 6 feet tall,

Thanks to her recent strength training with Bolt, Julie was able to hold the man up.

Julie didn’t know who these two were, but as she was about to push the injured man away, Kleist turned back around and pointed his gun at her again.

He then said something to her in broken English, “Get on the butt!”

“Uh?” Julie was confused as she stared at Kleist, dumbfounded.

The man leaning on Julie’s shoulder, suppressing his pain, spoke to Julie in perfect English, “The boat.”

the injured man and put his arm around his own shoulder. He then pointed the gun at

life, she had no choice but to board the yacht. It was still early, and there were no passengers on the yacht, only the captain in the cockpit. Kleist naturally took the captain hostage and shot the captain’s communication device. He then fired two shots at the yacht next to them before forcing the captain to set sail. Later during the journey, Julie learned that the blond-haired, blue-eyed man was called Kleist, and the handsome weak

sea, Julie had to look for other ways to escape. All her communication devices were confiscated when

“Can you

understood what he meant. She had only had a nightmare and was worried about Kieran, so she went out to look for him. How did she end up being held hostage on a boat with a gun pointed at

over this, Kleist suddenly

was that if Julie was no longer

him to finish speaking. She quickly raised her hand and nodded, “Yes,

captain had handed

completely stained red, looking very daunting. The man’s face was somewhat pale, looking

on. This man was either rich of noble. For the sake of her life, Julie claimed she could bandage. She knew how to

Young Master’,

at Julie sitting on the floor, and said, “Call

trembling in fear by now. But the woman in front of him,

It probably wasn’t her first time having a gun pointed at her,

mention his surname, Julie had no choice but to go along and

The

tightly against her

for a moment, then turned around and said in fluent English to Kleist, “I can’t swim, and I have no way to escape. If you don’t intend to shoot me, stop pointing the gun at

shoot.” Rowan’s voice was cold from

gave Rowan a smile that was uglier than crying,

at his wound and asked

man’s handsome fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one in front of

5

eyes, replying, “I can’t stitch.”

white nightdress and a black coat, Julie was barefoot in her fluffy white slippers, clearly

as if not wanting to see him undressing. He watched her quietly, her

naive young girl either. She was now kneeling on the ground, very casually. Standing next to her just now, although she was shorter than him, her overlapped legs were fair, slender, and

there was a tempting

deep voice sounded, as soothing as an unnameable

had seen Kleist’s shooting skills, essentially flawless. The gun pointed at her temple, pressing a bit tighter.