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?”

him away, grabbed his shoulders and pinned him against the marble railing, grabbing his sturdy arm and saying, “Of course you did, you said it yourself.

whimsically, just like the fearless little girl from her

and finally, with his captivating eyes, shook his head and

the graduation card we wrote in high

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 their classmates thought of them and what they wanted

kind of 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

Kieran’s name, address, phone number, birthday, zodiac sign, blood type, email, height, weight, and nickname. She diligently wrote everything

in everything she could, leaving only

gave that page

had filled out their cards and returned them to her, Kieran’s card was the last one to be returned. In the end, she found his card in his bag.

He wrote:

less smart than me, shorter

the woman who’s less smart than me, has shorter legs than me, and has

leaned on the marble railing, reached out

arms.

you,” his voice was deep and attractive, with a faint

his teeth, so the smell of alcohol had faded quite a

wrapped her arms around his neck and suddenly asked him, “Can you carry me to the

don’t we just stay

to the man’s neck like a sloth, her legs wrapped around

owe me a big

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

holding the woman’s perky butt, headed

tipsy, he tripped after only a few steps, causing them both

with Julie landing on top of him instead of the other

and Julie quickly supported his head

certainly unique and helped sober him up

“I’m not as clever as you, another fall wouldn’t do much, but

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

again and again, breathing in her unique

his head slipped into his short, thick hair and her slender

his eye, causing his Adam’s apple to bob involuntarily. In an instant, he rolled her over, propping himself

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

her delicate skin.

whispering in his ear, “Not on

thoughts, picking her up and laying her on the bed.

setting off her skin in