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?”

pushed 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. I’ve been growing my

was acting whimsically, just like the fearless little

carefully, and finally, with

was on the graduation card we wrote

one, and after the exams were over, they would

out if she didn’t participate. So, in the end, Julie bought a greeting card,

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

and animals. Basically, she filled in everything she could, leaving only two sections – favorite type of the opposite sex and the biggest life goal.

that

the last one to be returned. In the

He wrote:

smart than me, shorter legs than me, longer hair

biggest life goal: marry the woman who’s less smart than me,

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

arms.

was to marry you,” his voice was

already brushed his teeth, so the smell of alcohol had faded

and suddenly asked him, “Can you carry

just stay

a sloth, her legs wrapped around his

still owe me a big meal,”

in his neck and softly promised,

grinned and, holding the woman’s perky butt, headed inside.

only problem was, being tipsy, he tripped after only a few steps, causing

on

winced in pain, and Julie quickly supported his head and checked, “Did you hurt your head?”

was certainly unique and helped sober him up quite a

held his head worriedly and said, “I’m not as clever as you, another fall wouldn’t do much, but your head can’t be injured. I

babbling on top of him, her rosy lips like

kissed her lips again and again, breathing in

slipped into his short, thick hair and her slender fingers

casual motion caught his eye, causing his Adam’s apple to bob involuntarily. In an instant,

her waist, her nightdress bunched up at her waist from the rolling. Their

her delicate skin.

hand, whispering in his ear, “Not on the floor,

her up and laying her on the

off her skin in a breathtakingly beautiful