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?”

gentle woman suddenly 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 hair out

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

thought about it carefully, and finally, with

the graduation card we wrote in

send one, and after the

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,

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

everything she could, leaving only two sections – favorite type of the opposite sex

gave that page to Kieran.

her, Kieran’s card was the

He wrote:

than me, shorter legs than me, longer hair than

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

up a lot, leaned on the marble railing, reached out to hold the woman’s

arms.

was to marry you,” his voice

smell of alcohol had faded

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

we just stay

like a sloth, her legs wrapped around his waist, her voice sweet and gentle,

big meal,” he

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

grinned and, holding the woman’s perky butt,

tripped after only a few steps, causing them both

the soft carpet, with Julie landing on top of him instead of the other way around.

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

Hernandez was certainly unique and helped

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

was babbling on top of him, her rosy lips like

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

head slipped into his short, thick hair and her

to bob involuntarily. In an instant, he rolled

up at her waist from

her delicate skin.

hand, whispering in his ear, “Not on the floor, it’s uncomfortable.”

his swirling thoughts, picking her up and laying her

reflected the silvery sheets, setting off her skin in