Love's Cunning Ruse novel 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.

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."