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?”

against the marble 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 girl

bit confused, he thought about it carefully, and finally, with his captivating eyes,

on the graduation card we wrote in high school!”

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

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

a lot of information customized for each person’s greeting card. Julie filled out all she could, such as Kieran’s name, address,

everything she could, leaving only

gave that

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:

me, shorter legs than me, longer hair than me.

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

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

arms.

was to marry you,” his voice was deep and attractive, with

the smell of alcohol had faded quite a bit.

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

don’t we just stay

sloth, her legs wrapped around

a big meal,” he suddenly said.

face in his neck and softly

and, holding the woman’s

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

landing on top of him instead of the

winced in pain, and Julie quickly supported his head and checked, “Did you

certainly unique and helped sober him up quite a bit.

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

rosy lips like cherries, and he finally couldn’t

again and again, breathing in her

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

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

her nightdress bunched up at her waist

her delicate skin.

grabbed his hand, whispering in his ear,

picking her up and laying her on

silvery sheets, setting off her skin in a breathtakingly beautiful way.