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

Chapter 222

Kieran had just hopped out of the shower, currently standing on the balcony, clad in a white towel. The cold breeze blew past, clearing his mind considerably. Julie was standing not too far from Kieran, quietly observing the man leaning against the balcony railing. The moon outside the window was half hidden by clouds as if he was standing right beneath it. Even though his delicate features were obscured, his elegant silhouette had deeply imprinted itself in her mind.

A gust of cool wind drifted in from the window, causing Kieran to turn around.

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He saw a woman dressed in a black lace lingerie, barefoot, standing there. Her smooth skin contrasted against the black lace, tempting one to touch. Her long, slightly curled hair fell down her back like seaweed, covering the skin that was exposed.

She lowered her head shyly, her long eyelashes clearly defined, attracting more than just a second glance.

In that moment, she was as beautiful as an angel, surreal and enchanting.

She gently tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her neck. The red mark left from the bathtub had turned a bit purple, reminding one of the forbidden fruit from

the bible.

“Do you want to come in, or should I go out?” she asked softly.

Kieran had had a few drinks and was a bit slow to respond. Before he could answer, she had already stepped out.

She tip-toed and wrapped her arms around his neck, asking, “Are you sober now?”

Julie had always been quite clear-headed, but seeing

Kieran’s sluggish state after too many drinks tonight, she couldn’t help but ask uncertainly.

He tilted up her chin, his voice hoarse with desire, “Do you want me to be sober or dazed?”

“I want you to be mine,” she replied, head held high, proud and stubborn.

Hearing her reply, he turned her around, pushing her against the balcony railing. He shielded her body with his hand, preventing the cold marble from chilling her waist, then buried his nose in her neck, taking in her unique scent.

His hair had just been washed in the bathtub and was still slightly damp.

“I grew my hair long for you, though I once cut it short,” she said.

Her voice was soft and sweet, as pleasant as a wind chime.

“You said you liked girls with long ponytails,” Julie said.

Kieran remembered and smiled slightly, “Did I say that?”

the marble railing, grabbing his sturdy arm and saying, “Of course you did, you said it yourself. I’ve been growing my hair out for you for years,

of alcohol were apparent as she was acting whimsically, just

and finally, with

was on the graduation card we wrote in

Back then, it was popular to write memorial cards during graduation. Everyone would send one, and after the exams were over, they would collect them and see what their classmates thought of them

her feel like she would be left out if she didn’t participate. So, in the end, Julie bought a greeting card, the real reason being she wanted to

was a lot of information customized for each person’s greeting card. Julie filled out all she could, such as Kieran’s name, address, phone number, birthday, zodiac sign, blood type, email, height, weight, and nickname. She

wrote down his favorite sports, food, and animals. Basically, she filled in everything she could, leaving only two sections – favorite type of the opposite sex and the

that

card was the last one to be returned. In

He wrote:

than me, shorter legs than me,

who’s less smart than me, has shorter legs than me, and has longer hair

marble railing, reached out to hold the woman’s waist and pulled

arms.

his voice

so the smell of alcohol had faded quite a bit.

asked

don’t we just stay

wrapped around his waist,

me a big meal,”

neck and softly promised, “I’ll

grinned and, holding the woman’s perky

he tripped after only a few

together on the soft carpet, with Julie landing on top of him instead of the other way around.

Julie quickly supported his head and checked, “Did you hurt

from Mrs. Hernandez was certainly unique and helped sober him up quite

head worriedly and said, “I’m not as clever as you, another fall wouldn’t do much, but your head can’t be injured. I can’t afford that!”

her rosy lips like cherries, and he finally couldn’t help but

kissed her lips again and again, breathing in

head slipped into his short, thick hair and

his Adam’s apple to bob involuntarily. In

her waist, her nightdress bunched up at her waist from the

her delicate skin.

hand, whispering in his ear, “Not on the floor, it’s

picking her up and laying her on