Love’s Cunning Ruse

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?”

his sturdy arm and saying, “Of course you did, you said it yourself. I’ve been growing my hair out for you for years, and now you’re playing

apparent as she was acting whimsically, just like the fearless

Hernandez was a bit confused, he thought about it carefully, and finally, with his captivating eyes, shook his head and said,

graduation card we wrote in

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 and what they

thing at first, but the enthusiasm of the other classmates made 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 see if Kieran would leave any words

such as Kieran’s name, address, phone number, birthday,

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

that page to

card was the

He wrote:

of the opposite sex: less smart than me, shorter legs than me, longer hair

who’s less smart than me, has shorter

remembered. He sobered up a lot, leaned on the marble railing, reached out to hold the woman’s waist and pulled her

arms.

life goal was to marry you,” his voice was

the smell

and suddenly asked him, “Can you carry me to the bed?”

just stay

on to the man’s neck like a sloth, her legs wrapped around his waist, her voice

me a big

and softly promised, “I’ll pay you back tonight.”

and, holding the woman’s perky butt,

tripped after only a few steps, causing them both to fall.

on the soft carpet, with Julie landing on top of him

supported his head

and helped sober

another fall wouldn’t do much, but your head can’t be injured. I can’t afford that!”

top of him, her rosy lips like cherries, and he

he kissed her lips again and again, breathing in her unique scent, making their hearts race.

short, thick

to bob involuntarily. In an

her nightdress bunched up at her waist

her delicate skin.

whispering in his ear,

her

eyes reflected the silvery sheets, setting off her skin in a breathtakingly