Chapter 9

Julie stopped dead in her tracks, feeling almost disgusted with herself. She’d always had this habit since she was a kid. Whenever Kieran told her to stop, she would. Even after seven years, she couldn’t get rid of this deep–rooted habit.

A woman with full makeup, dressed in a silk nightgown, her ample bosom peeking out alluringly, was showing her perfectly sculpted curves.

A man and a woman were in the same room, fresh out of the shower, still in their pajamas. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out what might have happened or what was about to happen.

At that moment, Julie felt a pang of nausea. Bertha had just died, and he’s already frolicking around with another woman in a hotel?

“Kieran, I found us some fun,” the woman coocd, sidling up to Kieran and pressing her chest against him, “The girl selling condom looks like need some cash. I told her I’d buy ten boxes if she shows us how to use them. Hey, she’s pretty. Why’s she selling condoms? Shouldn’t she be selling herself instead? Right?”

Kieran’s icy lips uttered the

might have some guts, but she

but she wasn’t going to get punched over a quick buck. So, with a hint

self, always so obedient in

loved him, and the deeper she loved, the more

Kieran’s gaze fell on the black bag hanging on her chest. Calmly, he asked, “How many boxes are in there?”

Mr. Hernandez planning to buy me out?” Julie shot back, a smirking smile on her

sat elegantly on the couch, picking up a glass of red wine from the

took a sip and raised an

was clearly challenging her pride, but Julie remained cool and composed, looking at Kieran nonchalantly, “The lady just now said she’d buy ten boxes if I performed. But Mr.

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