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

Chapter 305

When Julie and Julien pulled up outside Daphne’s apartment, they saw a swarm of reporters blocking the entrance. It was as if the entire paparazzi battalion had decided to lay siege to the building. Even the back door was under close watch.

Up on the twenty-third floor, Daphne cracked open her window and peered down. “Holy cow,” she muttered to herself, “it’s like an ant hill exploded down there. I’ve never been this famous; heck, in school I couldn’t even make the campus newsletter. Now, following Lord Lion’s fame, I’m all over the entertainment headlines….

Her phone had been blowing up with calls and messages since dawn. Frightened by the incessant buzzing, she had turned it off. She glanced at her nearly empty fridge, which now housed nothing but a cup of yogurt. Starve comfortably in her apartment, or brave the gauntlet of flashing cameras below? She chose the former.

Holding the yogurt, she poked a straw into it and took a couple of sips. Rubbing her belly, she said, “Little one, don’t blame your momma. It’s not that I don’t want to feed you, it’s your daddy-he’s too famous. If you get really hungry, you’ll just have to drink my blood, ’cause momma loves you that much.”

Daphne noticed her computer blinking with new messages. Julie and Lionel had both reached out to her. She decided to respond to Julie first.

Julie’s message expressed concern for Daphne’s safety and inquired whether she was still in her apartment.

Yogurt straw still between her lips, Daphne typed back, [Yep, holed up in here. The crowd downstairs is nuts. I’m afraid they’d crush me and my baby bump. If you’re coming up, bring me some food, will ya?]

Hearing the chat notification, Julie quickly checked her phone. Relieved that Daphne was okay, she responded, [Watch your mouth. Hang tight, Julien and I will figure out a way to get to you.]

Back on chat, Daphne immediately replied with a [Yes, my Queen (heart-eyed emoji).]

Julie chuckled at Daphne’s response while Julien parked the car near the complex’s entrance where the commotion was minimal, unnoticed by the horde of reporters. Julien and Julie stepped out of the car.

“Daphne’s right upstairs, but how in the world are we gonna get up there? Even if we do, we can’t just walk out with her in front of everyone,” Julie pondered. Just then, they heard a loud ‘bang’ from behind.

Julien quickly pulled Julie behind the vehicle for cover. The reporters all turned around but saw only a minor fender bender-nothing worthy of their attention-so they turned back to their stakeout.

“Talk about bad luck,” Julien said as they approached the scene of the minor accident.

Just as she was about to scold the inattentive driver, the passenger door swung open, revealing a pair of impressively long legs stepping out…

And there stood Marlon, Julien’s eyebrow arching in surprise.

Marlon, oblivious to Julien, was busy arguing with Harding who had emerged from the driver’s side. “Don’t give me that look, man. It was your who bumped the car, not me.”

“If you hadn’t been fondling my leg, we wouldn’t have hit that car’s bumper,” Harding retorted, shutting his door.

grin, Marlon countered, “Who knows, maybe you’ve got

phone,” Harding said,

tucked the phone behind his back, “No way, I committed

the phone from behind and tossed it to Harding,

left speechless.

for the damages?” Julien asked, nudging Harding’s car

grimaced at Julien’s

an eyebrow, “Obviously.”

pointed at Harding without hesitation.

Julien, “It was

said dismissively, “Forget

“Wait! He gets a free pass

called fairness,” Harding said, patting Marlon’s shoulder a bit too comfortingly.

away, Marlon glared at them both, “You guys are

offered Marlon a mock salute for his boldness to provoke Julien.

quipped, “You fondled Harding’s leg, and I didn’t accuse you of

but laugh Julien rarely joked, but when she did, it was a moment to

his phone, not his leg! It was in

at Julie, “Sometimes, explanations just sound like excuses, right, Julie?”

nodded, “An excuse is just another

have to complicate things?”

Harding replied, “For a guy, you’re

aren’t any hotels around here,”

Watson was utterly flabbergasted. “What do you mean?”

Julien

the- Mr. Watson sputtered. “Lionel asked me and Harding to come rescue Daphne, Book a

rolling her eyes at him, then turned to Harding. “Are you planning to just waltz past the reporters? Daphne just texted me and said that there

high-profile do you think I am? Do you really think those journalists can catch

epiphany, looking at Marlon. “I know

Marlon suggested. “That’s how we got Flavia out when