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?”

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

was acting whimsically, just like the fearless little

carefully, and finally, with his captivating eyes,

the graduation card we wrote in high

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 and what

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,

each person’s greeting card. Julie filled out all she could, such as Kieran’s name, address,

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

she gave that page

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

He wrote:

me, shorter legs than me,

life goal: marry the woman who’s less smart than me, has shorter legs than me, and has longer hair than

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

brushed his teeth, so the smell

suddenly asked him, “Can you carry me to the

we just stay here?” he suggested.

like a sloth, her legs wrapped around his

me a big

his neck and softly

holding the woman’s perky butt,

after only a

on top of

and Julie quickly supported his head and

and helped sober him

held his head worriedly and said, “I’m not as clever as you, another fall wouldn’t do much,

was babbling on top of him, her rosy lips like cherries, and he finally couldn’t help but kiss

wrapped around her waist, he kissed her lips again and again, breathing in her unique scent,

his short, thick hair and her slender fingers gently stroked his hair.

Adam’s apple to bob involuntarily. In an instant, he

waist from the rolling. Their consciousness

her delicate skin.

his hand, whispering in his ear, “Not

swirling thoughts, picking her up and laying her

sheets, setting off her skin in a breathtakingly