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?”

marble railing, grabbing his sturdy arm and saying, “Of course you did, you said it yourself. I’ve been growing my hair out for you for years, and

of alcohol were apparent as she was acting whimsically, just like the

carefully, and finally, with his

the graduation card we

then, it was popular to write memorial cards during graduation. Everyone would send one, and

like she would be left out if she didn’t participate. So, in the end, Julie bought a greeting card, the real reason being she wanted to

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 nickname.

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

gave that page to

everyone had filled out their cards and returned them to her, Kieran’s card was the last one to be returned. In the end,

He wrote:

sex: less smart than me, shorter legs than me,

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

marble railing, reached out

arms.

biggest life goal was to marry you,” his voice was deep and attractive, with a faint

smell

suddenly asked

we just stay here?” he

on to the man’s neck like a sloth, her legs wrapped around his waist, her voice sweet and gentle, “Carry

big

buried her cute face in his neck and

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

after only a few steps,

Julie landing on top of him instead of the other

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

concern from Mrs. Hernandez was certainly unique and helped sober him up quite a

as clever as you, another fall wouldn’t do much, but your head can’t be

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

he kissed her lips again and again, breathing in her unique scent, making their hearts

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

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

at her waist from the rolling. Their consciousness became more blurred under

her delicate skin.

his hand, whispering in his ear, “Not

picking her up and laying her on the bed.

setting off her