Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 225

“Keep going!” Julie protected her chest with one hand and focused on Kieran’s hand with the other, “I can’t believe I won’t win tonight!”

Mr. Hernandez was anxious at this sight. “Darling, I give up,” he said.

“Then strip!” she demanded.

At this point, he was only wearing a bathrobe.

Kieran took off his bathrobe and quenched his thirst with a glass of red wine. After downing it, they sat quietly, looking deep into each other’s eyes. The panting from the phone next to them grew louder. Just as Julie thought she had grown accustomed to the noise, the phone ran out of battery.

Finally, there was silence in the room. Julie looked up at Kieran’s body, “We’re both down to our last piece of clothing. Victory or defeat depends on this. Do you want to continue?”

Mr. Hernandez hadn’t expected her to be so determined. He was on the verge of giving in, but for her sake, he took a deep breath, “Bring it on.”

“Can the winner make a request?” she asked, staring expectantly at him, a plan forming in her mind.

Kieran nodded without thinking, the wine starting to hit him.

He knew this silly girl had a habit of always picking rock. Kieran obligingly chose scissors, so he lost.

Julie was thrilled at her victory, but even more excited was the man sitting across from her. In a flash, he stripped himself bare.

“Honey, you’re looking fitter and fitter!” Drunk Julie suddenly got bold, grabbed Kieran’s hand and said, “Let’s dance!”

“No dancing!” he pulled her into his arms. Despite being drunk, he seemed to have a surprising amount of strength, he held her waist tightly and silenced her chattering mouth with a kiss.

Their passionate kiss was like a step on the edge of a cliff, one false move and they would fall.

She clung tightly to him, humming softly. His kisses trailed downwards, stopping at her collarbone. To his surprise, at this crucial moment, Julie abruptly grabbed his hand and said, “I want to dance! You didn’t dance with me at the graduation ball!

Back then, he was overseas and couldn’t dance with her. His desire overwhelmed Julie’s stubbornness. He held her waist tightly, pulling her closer.

Drunk Júlie grabbed something and slid it over his head, demanding, “I want to dance! Dance with me! Tango, waltz, samba!”

Mr. Hernandez reached up to feel what was on his head. It was a soft, curved sponge pad, quite pleasant to touch. What was it?

it off his head. It was the sexy black bra he had taken off her!

drunkenness, he put it on his head and

laughter. She flicked the black bra on Kieran’s

his head, looking somewhat like

the bra from his head and slapped it onto his muscular

him, making a backward hand motion.

confused expression. He found the hook, but couldn’t

so the hook was in front, then patted his head saying, “Kieran, once you

contraption he could undo with one hand. He didn’t believe he

But!!

seemed to have overestimated his abilities.

tried to fasten it, but after a while, he

laughing so hard she was rolling. She pointed at him, asking, “Kieran,

“I’m the husband of a

you’re so dumb…”

could still outwit Julie. Drunk Julie didn’t understand the meaning of what Kieran just said. She was getting

Kieran pulled too hard and ripped

Mrs. Hernandez across from him, admitting like a child who had done something wrong. “Honey,

how hard it is to be a woman, don’t you?”

“I get it.”

you understand that being a

“I get it.”

you bully me again in the future?”

looked up and

of every

still want me then?” Kieran asked, a bit aggrieved.

thought about it seriously, then nodded with a

of them!”

neck, pushing him down onto the mattress. Her lips were as tender as cherry blossoms, gently covering his.

hands gently cradled his head, her

gradually moving downwards. His fingers traced her waist, causing her body to tense involuntarily. Her grip loosened slightly out of embarrassment

against her skin. His deep gaze and cool lips moved inch by inch down her body. The alternating deep and shallow