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?”

grabbing his sturdy arm and saying, “Of course you did, you said it yourself. I’ve been growing

alcohol were apparent as she was acting whimsically, just like the fearless little girl from her

and finally, with his captivating eyes, shook his head and said, “I forgot.”

on the graduation card

event was something Julie could never forget. 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

didn’t participate. So, in the end, Julie bought a greeting card, the real reason being she wanted

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 diligently wrote everything down.

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

that page

Kieran’s card was the last one to be returned. In the end, she

He wrote:

than me, shorter legs than me, longer

than me, has shorter legs than me,

this, Kieran remembered. He sobered up a lot, leaned on the marble railing,

arms.

life goal was to marry you,” his voice was deep and attractive, with a faint scent

teeth, so the smell of alcohol had faded

suddenly asked him, “Can you carry me to the

we just stay here?” he suggested.

a sloth, her legs wrapped around his waist, her voice sweet and gentle, “Carry me inside.”

owe me a big

and

holding the woman’s perky butt,

only a few steps, causing them

landing on top of him instead of the other way

Julie quickly supported his head and checked,

and

as clever as you, another fall

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

her lips again and

hands that were holding his head slipped into his short, thick

involuntarily. In an instant, he

waist, her nightdress bunched up at her waist from the rolling. Their consciousness became more blurred under the

her delicate skin.

whispering in his ear,

tried to control his swirling thoughts, picking her up and laying her on the

the silvery sheets, setting off her skin in