His Secret Heir His Deepest Regret novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Don’t Run It 

JULIA 

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I knew it was a bad idea to agree with what he had said. But then again, he made such an intriguing point–we didn’t have to see each other after this project. 

Somehow, that made my heart hurt. 

Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t because of me. 

Yes, truly. You can even subject me to a lie detector! 

It was because of Andy–my sweet, precious Andy who wanted nothing for his birthday except to meet his bastard of a father. 

We were alone now, with no other person to interrupt the moment. Was this a good time to ask him to come to Andy’s birthday? 

“You’re not looking at me again,” he said, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. 

I lifted my head before turning to the canvas, seeing the painting of his face come together. I had been here for around half an hour, and I was already nearly done with his face. 

I glanced back and forth between the painting and Evan, not being able to hold back my smile. It looked like him- 

very much so. 

I didn’t realize I was staring at it for so long. I only snapped back to reality when I heard Evan’s deep voice behind 

1. me. 

“You’re still good at this,” he muttered, making me surprised. 

I jolted and tripped on my two feet. Like any romance drama, I slipped into his arms. He held onto my sides and squeezed it tight to stabilize my posture. 

“Careful,” he said, a slight annoyance heard in his voice. 

1 gulped. “Sorry,” I muttered before glancing up. However, that seemed to be a wrong decision since it brought my forehead dangerously close to his lips. 

His rough, warm lips hovered just right above my skin. The two of us didn’t move for a while, frozen in our spots. His grip on my sides tightened ever so lightly. 

I looked into his eyes and saw that he was looking down. 

Was it at my lips? 

I gulped once more. 

What the heck was this? 

I felt hot all over as all of the times we had been together flashed in my mind. And no, they weren’t kid–friendly thoughts. They were the kind where he took me fully in his own apartment. 

My cheeks flushed from embarrassment, and I quickly moved away from him. However, even with the distance, I still felt incredibly hot. I fanned myself with my hands and steadied my breathing. 

“What?” he asked. “Why are you so red? Is it because of me?” 

My fave preu 

grew redder–if that was even possible. It was a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance now. Why was 

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Chapter 21: Don’t Rum it 

it that he still teased me so much for someone who claimed he never wanted to see me again? 

“You’ve gotten cockler. I don’t like it,” I muttered. 

He smirked and shook his head. “Well, a lot has changed since then, hasn’t it? Except you. You’re still the same. You wear your emotions on your face.” 

I scoffed. “You think you know me so well.” 

“I do,” he said. 

My eyebrows raised. 

It seemed like he was surprised by his words as he cleared is throat and stepped back. 

Then, he decided to change the subject to my drawing. “So, how long until this is finished?” he asked. 

I sighed and picked up the brush once more. “A couple more days, probably–if we continue to work on it continuously. However, with Heather’s schedule, maybe just right before the deadline.” 

The deadline also happened to be just right after Andy’s birthday. 

“That’s good,” he said, looking away like he was still embarrassed from his slip of the tongue earlier. 

With Andy’s face in my mind, I suddenly had the urge to ask him a question. 

Evan had changed. There was no doubt about that. However he wouldn’t have changed so much, would he? He wouldn’t be an asshole to Andy, right? 

With that thought in my mind, I plucked up the courage to ask a question. 

“Evander,” I said. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, turning to me. 

“Do you have anything to do at the end of the month? On a Saturday?” I meekly asked. 

He frowned in confusion, not knowing where the conversation was going. 

“Why do you ask?” 

I was about to respond when his phone rang. He clicked his tongue and looked at the caller ID before sighing in 

annoyance. 

“Wait a second,” he said, raising his hand.