After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Louisa frowned. It’s not like she hadn’t been to his place before, right? But Julian had already made his refusal clear.

Whatever.

She extended her palm in an inviting gesture. Then how about we talk at my place?‘

“You’re asking a single man to visit a married woman’s home?” Julian raised on eyebrow. “What exactly are you planning?”

Louisa was about to lose it. What could she possibly be planning? Was he actually worried she might do something to him?

“Then why don’t we go o out and talk somewhere

ewhere crowded with prople?” she replied, unable to hide her exasperation.

Julian fell silent. Had he gone crazy, wasting time chatting with Louisa like this? After a moment, he finally said, “Follow me.”

“Okay, but wait a second, I need to grab something. She hurried back to her own apartment.

Julian didn’t enter, instead placing his bags on the ground and leaning against the wall while he waited.

She returned quickly, holding a business proposal and her phone, closing her door behind her.

When Julian bent down to pick up his things, Louise spotted this and swiftly walked over. “How could I bet you do such a thing? Let me.” She flashed him a placating smile that screamed ulterior motive.

Julian ignored her and turned to unlock his door. Louisa followed him inside, efficiently placing the shopping bags on the open countertop.

After washing his hands, Julian took out some vegetables and beef.

“You haven’t had dinner yet, Mr. Tudor? Louisa asked, hovering beside him.

Julian glanced at her but didn’t respond. Taking his silence as permission, Louis directly took the items from his hands.

“How could we let Mr. Tudor handle this?” she said with mock concern. “I’ll do it you go, go on.” She pushed him toward the living room area.

Julian gave in with a sigh, “What exactly are y

up to?

Louisa pressed him down onto the sofa, then placed her proposal in his hands, smiling brilliantly yet transparently. “Mr. Tako, your time is far too precious to waste in the kitchen. Take a look at my new proposal, and I’ll handle the cooking.”

“You’ve got everything planned out, don’t you?” julion snorted imitably.

Louisa chuckled and headed to the kitchen.

Julian opened the proposal about the “Oakridge Commons” sales strategy. It was damprehensive, covering everything from design to sales across more than

ten pages.

He casually flipped through a couple pages, then looked up toward Louisa in the kitchen.

She seemed quite happy, washing and cutting vegetables with quick movements, unconsciously using a tune.

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What, made up with your husband? You seem in a good mood,” he remarked, lils voler floating through the air

Louisa frowned and locked up.

Julian was bent mer the proposal, appearing focused–as if the words hadn’t come from him at all. Had she misheard? She decided not to dwell on it

Shortly after, Julian’s phone rang and he took the call in his study. Louisa continued cooking.

She had come tonight specifically for the proposal, not to showcase her culinary skills–which, truthfully, she didn’t have many of anyway.

Seon she had prepared a bowl of chicken noodle soup, placing it on the coffee table just as Julian emerged from his study. He washed his hands and sat

down in the chair.

“Mr. Tudor, eat,” Louisa said, pushing the noodles toward him with an overly bright smile that made it seem as if she were the host and he the quest.

Julian, clearly tired of her fawning, cut to the chase. “What exactly did you want to discuss? Just say it,”

Louisa had been bustling all evening waiting for precisely this invitation. She promptly sat cross–legged on the carpet and launched into her pitch without

pausing for breath.

“It’s about the “Oakridge Commons‘ project. I’ve studied it carefully,” she began.

“Oakridge Commons‘ and ‘Oakview Residences were developed during the same period, with the same designers and construction teams. So why is Oakview Residences almost sold out while ‘Oakridge Commons has only sold three units?”

Julian ate his noodles, glancing at her. “Why indeed?”

*Different target demographics, Louisa continued confidently. “Oakview Residences is built in a commercial center, with spacious floor plans that perfectly complement the Tudor Group’s luxury minimalist style–exactly what business professionals want.

*But Oakridge Commons is different. It’s in a relatively remote location, away from downtown, with smaller units emphasizing coziness over size.

“Its target customers should be ordinary people. For them, the Tudor Group’s luxury minimalist style isn’t appropriate.”

Her eyes lit up as she explained. “These people care more about lifestyle. They need homes with warmth and character, not cold showrooms.”

At this point, she looked up at Julian, surprised to find him completely unfazed by her observations.

A doubt crept in–had be already figured this out? Of course he had. If she could see it, there’s no reason he couldn’t

But if he had already realized this, why hadn’t he instructed his team to make changes? Peilups he had deeper considerations?

She rested her elbow on her knee and propped her chin on her hand, toying him like a puzzle she couldn’t quite solve for a long time,

Julian, being examined like a piece of art, couldn’t possibly miss her blatantly analytical gaze.

“Seen enough?” he asked dryly.

Louisa ignored his comment. The bold idea in her mind began to glow brighter, and she looked at him with renewed enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with

determination.

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Mr. Tudor, do you trust me?”

“Trust you

with what?” He gave her a lukewarm look. Trust your cooking skills? Or your talent for causing trouble?”

Louisa fell silent. Was Julian deliberately being difficult?

“Regarding your talent for causing trouble. I have absolute faith,” Julian continued, taking another bite of noodles. “As for your cooking skills–truly

incredible. Don’t bother next time.”

Louisa was furious. She cooks for him and he complains? She immediately forgot about work and reached to snatch his bowl.

“If you don’t like it, don’t eat it. Give it back to me!”

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