After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Louisa sighed with resignation.

Julian was getting quite comfortable ordering her around. But what could she say? He was her boss–and the man who’d saved her life four times. With those debts hanging over her, she couldn’t possibly refuse.

She changed into comfortable clothes and went over. After their first experience, she wasn’t quite as awkward this time, though she couldn’t help blushing at the sight of his bare upper body.

His physique was perfect–broad shoulders, narrow waist, flat and firm abdomen with eight distinct muscles arranged like neatly laid bricks. Each was sharply defined, like a sculptor’s masterpiece, casting deep shadows and sharp lines in the sunlight.

She avoided looking directly at him. “Couldn’t you just keep your shirt on?” she mumbled.

Julian tapped her head in exasperation. ‘Ms. Forbes, did you leave your brain at home today? How am I supposed to get medicine applied with my shirt on?”

“You could have called Teddy.”

“Absolutely not. He has… designs on me. I can’t let him see me like this,” he said, referring to the heart–shaped meal incident.

Without thinking, Louisa blurted, “Then aren’t you afraid I might have designs on you?”

Julian gave her a meaningful look. “Do you?”

Louisa’s heart raced under his gaze. Realizing what she’d said, she quickly replied, “No, absolutely not.”

“Then come apply the medicine,” he commanded casually.

He sat on the sofa facing the floor–to–ceiling windows, his back to her.

Louisa knelt behind him and applied the medicine, more adept this time with experience. After some time, the doorbell rang.

“That’s enough. Go answer the door for me,” he said, reaching for his shirt.

Louisa washed her hands and went to open the door. She expected Teddy or Bob so early in the morning, but instead found a delivery person.

‘Package for Mr. Tudor. Please sign here.”

The courier handed her a small box. Louisa was surprised that someone of Julian’s status/would shop online. But seeing his name on the package, she signed

for it and brought it inside.

She was about to give him privacy when Julian called her back, He placed the box on the bar counter and took out a small knife to open it.

Louisa sat on a barstool nearby, chin resting on her hand, watching him. She was genuinely curious.

Someone of Julian’s status would typically have subordinates prepare everything he needed. Even his clothes and shoes would be custom–designed. She hadn’t expected him to order things online.

To her surprise, when the package was opened, it contained what looked like a dried–up ball of grass.

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Louisa couldn’t help laughing. “Mr. Tudor, is this how rich people entertain themselves? Having dried grass shipped from overseas? You haven’t been

scammed, have you?”

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Her laughter grew louder; she simply couldn’t contain it.

Julian watched her genuine, unrestrained laughter with mild irritation. “My being scammed amuses you that much?”

“No, no, it’s just that… the world of wealthy people is beyond my comprehension,‘ she explained, still unable to stop laughing.

Just then, a card fell out of the box. She reached down to pick it up.

She swore she hadn’t intended to read it. It was just an inadvertent glance, but she caught a line of flowing handwriting: [To my beloved Rose of Jericho.]

So this wasn’t something Julian had ordered, but a gift from his “mysterious boyfriend“?

“Mr. Tudor, your boyfriend calls you his Rose of Jericho?” she asked curiously.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Julian gave her a warning look, then casually handed her the dried plant. “Make sure this stays alive, understood?”

“That doesn’t seem appropriate…”

“What’s inappropriate about it?”

Louisa wanted to point out that regardless of whether this thing could be revived, it was a gift from his boyfriend. Why was he asking her to care for it? Besides, she had no idea what kind of plant it was.

Before she could say anything, her phone rang. Looking at the screen, the smile gradually faded from her face.

Julian noticed her reaction and glanced over, seeing George’s name.

“I’m leaving,” she said, taking her phone and walking out. Julian didn’t try to stop her.

Back in her own apartment, Louisa had already anticipated the purpose of George’s call. She answered immediately.

“Why did it take you so long to answer? Were you with Julian?” George complained.

Louisa didn’t want to provoke this madman. “Not everyone is as restless as you, okay? It’s early morning, I have to get ready for work, so I was obviously in the bathroom. What do you want?”

Her impatient tone and clear unwillingness to engage hurt him. His voice grew hoarse, suddenly pitiful. “I miss you, honey. So much.”

‘If you called just to say crap like that, I’m busy. She was about to hang up.

‘No, wait!” George quickly said.

Louisa paused, waiting. She was expecting him to bring up divorce. The timing seemed right.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, his choked voice came through, Let’s talk. Come to the Capulet Group Building, to my office.”