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?”

The 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 for you for years, and now you’re playing dumb?”

The effects of alcohol were apparent as she was acting whimsically, just like the fearless little girl from

her childhood.

Mr. Hernandez was a bit confused, he thought about it carefully, and finally, with his captivating eyes,

shook his head and said, “I forgot.”

“It was on the graduation card we wrote in high school!”

This event was something Julie could never forget. Back 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 and what they wanted to say.

Julie was not interested in this kind of 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 end, Julie bought a greeting card,

the real reason being she wanted to see if Kieran would leave any words on the card she sent.

There 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 nickname. She diligently wrote everything down.

She also wrote down his favorite sports, food, and animals. Basically, she filled in everything she could,

leaving only two sections – favorite type of the opposite sex and the biggest life goal.

Then she gave that page to Kieran.

When everyone had filled 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:

Favorite type of the opposite sex: less smart than me, shorter legs than me, longer hair than me.

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

longer hair than me.

When Julie mentioned this, Kieran remembered. He sobered up a lot, leaned on the marble railing,

reached out to hold the woman’s waist and pulled her into his

arms.

“So my biggest life goal was to marry you,” his voice was deep and attractive, with a faint scent of

toothpaste.

He had already brushed his teeth, so the smell of alcohol had faded quite a bit.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and suddenly asked him, “Can you carry me to the bed?”

“Why don’t we just stay here?” he suggested.

Julie, hanging on to the man’s neck like a sloth, her legs wrapped around his waist, her voice sweet

and gentle, “Carry me inside.”

“You still owe me a big meal,” he suddenly said.

She buried her cute face in his neck and softly promised, “I’ll pay you back tonight.”

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

The only problem was, being tipsy, he tripped after only a few steps, causing them both to fall.

They landed together on the soft carpet, with Julie landing on top of him instead of the other way

around.

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

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

She 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 can’t afford that!”

She was babbling on top of him, her rosy lips like cherries, and he finally couldn’t help but kiss her.

His arms wrapped around her waist, he kissed her lips again and again, breathing in her unique scent,

making their hearts race.

Her hands that were holding his head slipped into his short, thick hair and her slender fingers gently

stroked his hair.

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

rolled her over, propping himself up next to her.

His warm hands wandered around her waist, her nightdress bunched up at her waist from the rolling.

Their consciousness became more blurred under the touch of

her delicate skin.

In an instant, she grabbed his hand, whispering in his ear, “Not on the floor, it’s uncomfortable.”

He tried to control his swirling thoughts, picking her up and laying her on the bed.

His eyes reflected the silvery sheets, setting off her skin in a breathtakingly beautiful way.

He paused for a moment before grinning and lunging towards her, but….

Just as he was about to pounce, she suddenly rolled aside and innocently looked at him with big bright

eyes, “I’m going to turn off the lights.”

“I got it!” He quickly turned around to hide his embarrassment, but just as his hand reached the switch,

she grabbed it.

“What’s up?” His gaze was intense, carrying a deep wickedness that was almost piercing.

Her face reddened slightly, “Do you have condoms?”

“I don’t, but I have bullets, the kind that never miss.”

Maybe it was because she had a bit of alcohol, her mind ran wild, and she blurted out, “What bullets?”

“Do you want to see?” He put his hand on his bathrobe belt and smoothly drew it loose.

Julie instinctively shook her head, covering her eyes, peeking through her fingers, “I don’t want to see!”

He couldn’t help but laugh, leaning on the bed and said. “There are no condoms at home.”

“Should I take the pill then?” Her mind was unusually clear, We have both been drinking, and alcohol

can affect sperm quality, so we need to be prepared.”

“Silly girl, when did I ever let you take the pill?” He suddenly asked her

Julie thought about it, and it seemed like he never let her take the pill after the first time

She felt warm inside but had to ask him, “How come you don’t have condoms? You’d probably wear

one 24/7 if you could, how come you don’t have one?”

Looking at the woman before him, his gaze deepened, carrying a dangerous glint, he asked her, “There

are 48 hours in a day?”

Alcohol does boost courage, that’s a fact

“What I mean is, don’t men usually carry condoms with them, so how come you don’t have one?” She

turned her head away, not looking at him anymore.

He gently turned her face towards him, clarifying. “That’s other guys I like the thrill of risk”

He paused slightly, his eyes squinting, “It’s more comfortable for me”

“Just remember to be careful!!”

“Can’t promise that!” He knew what she wanted to say, so he cut her off before she could finish, “Risk-

taking can lead to big trouble!”

“How about we wait till we have condoms to continue?”

“No way!” He kissed her cheek, “Wait for me!”