After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 111

Louisa wasn’t sure what Julian needed, assuming he had some work for her to d

This ruthless capitalist–she was in a wheelchair, and he still wouldn’t leave her alone.

But what could she do? He was the boss. She had no choice but to be at his beck and call.

She maneuvered her wheelchair over to his place. Julian opened the door himself, phone pressed to his ear.

Without asking questions, she wheeled herself inside while he continued his call and moved to lock the door.

The instinctive wariness of a woman living alone kicked in. “Why are you locking the door?” she blurted

out.

Julian looked down at her. “Ms. Forbes, don’t you lock your door when you sleep?”

“Sleep?” Louisa was confused. He called her over… to sleep?

The man on Julian’s phone overheard their conversation and chuckled suggestively. “A woman in your house? What kind of woman has caught the eye of the Tudor Group’s CEO? You never introduce me to anyone–don’t you love me anymore?”

Julian’s expression remained unchanged, as if he was accustomed to such comments.

Louisa, however, was shocked. Was the person on the phone Julian’s boyfriend? Good heavens, what secret of her boss had she just stumbled upon? Her face froze in surprise.

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Julian saw her expression and immediately knew what she was thinking. His mouth warned, “Aren’t you going to bed?”

ched slightly as he

“Yes, right away, Mr. Tudor. Please continue your call.” She hurried into his bedroom, afraid of overhearing anything else she shouldn’t.

Julian went into his study.

In the bedroom, Louisa took a while to process what had happened. She’d slept in his bedroom the previous night, so she’d entered without thinking.

Only after did she realize how comfortable she’d become in his space. Maybe too comfortable?

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She had a bed to sleep in now, but where would Julian sleep? And would his boyfri

using his room?

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meone else

Her mind involuntarily conjured up R–rated scenes, making her too uncomfortable to sleep despite having

a proper bed.

Should she ask him? But what if he was still talking to his boyfriend? After deliberating, she decided

texting was safest–he could respond when convenient.

She sent: [Mr. Tudor, is it appropriate for me to sleep here?]

Julian simply replied with a question mark.

Louisa thought to herself, ‘What’s so hard to understand? Doesn’t he care about his boyfriend’s feelings?‘

She didn’t dare say that directly. Instead, she tried another approach: [If I sleep in your bed, where will you

sleep?]

[Upstairs]

Only then did Louisa remember this was a duplex apartment.

Her own place was smaller, with no bedroom on the ground floor, while his place was much larger, with

bedrooms on both levels.

He must have invited her over knowing she couldn’t manage stairs in her condition.

Julian was actually quite considerate. This realization calmed her, though she still felt his room and forcing him to use a guest room.

out taking

She sent another message: [Thank you, Mr. Tudor.]

[Go to sleep.]

Louisa couldn’t help but think, ‘Is he annoyed I’m interrupting his time with his boyfriend?

She stopped messaging, pulled herself up from the wheelchair, and moved to the bed.

His bed was spacious and comfortable. The pillow still carried his scent–familiar and reassuring.

Despite her body relaxing, her mind kept racing, replaying Dominic’s words from earlier. What would happen tomorrow at the Capulet Manor? Would she be in danger?

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Sleep became impossible. Realizing she hadn’t eaten dinner, hunger set in. Sh into her wheelchair, and quietly made her way to the living room in search of to

leep, got back

Julian was someone who disliked waste–he prepared only what he needed, preferred everything fresh, and kept his home immaculately organized,

All she found was a plate of grapes on the counter. They were ruby–red Roman grapes, plump and glistening like jewels in the night.

She tried one–it tasted better than any grape she’d had before.

She took the entire plate and placed it on her lap. Outside, rain had begun to fall, tapping rhythmically against the windows.

In the quiet of night, the sound was soothing and peaceful. She wheeled herself toward the window with the grapes.

The rain grew heavier. The vast ocean view and city lights were shrouded in mist, transforming the cityscape into a mirage of floating lights. Time slipped by as night deepened.

“It’s late. Why aren’t you sleeping?”

The sudden male voice in the dim, quiet living room startled Louisa. Before she could react, the plate of grapes tipped over, scattering across the floor.

Seeing Julian approach, she laughed nervously. “Mr. Tudor, you’re still up too? Um, it

ning outside…”

“And? What does the rain have to do with you not sleeping?” He glanced at the gra carpet. “Are you hurt?”

plate on the

The abrupt change of subject caught her off guard. He knelt in front of her to check her injured leg.

Louisa hadn’t felt any pain, but the moment his hand touched her leg, a strange tingling sensation swept

through her entire body. A soft moan escaped her lips.

Julian paused abruptly. He looked up at her, his eyes different somehow. “Did I hurt you?” His voice was deep and gentle, stirring something inside her.

Louisa, already in a dazed state, suddenly realized what kind of sound she’d just made. Her face burned with embarrassment. “No,” she answered weakly.

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“Good,” He stood up, then bent down to lift her.

When his arms slipped under her legs, she froze, “Mr. Tidor, what are you doing?

Julian replied, “Since you can’t sleep, you might as well join me in doing something

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