After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Julian’s scorching breath floated around Louisa’s ear, brushing past her earlobe, her cheek… spreading throughout her body. Her entire

body softened under that heat.

What was Julian trying to do?

Before she could think further, he leaned down and captured her lips with his own.

His essence filled the space between their lips–gentle yet passionate, profound yet tender, extremely restrained yet surging like waves.

Louisa was stunned. For a moment, her mind went blank, and she even found herself responding involuntarily.

But this wasn’t right. Regardless of the fact that they had no relationship, he already had a boyfriend.

She quickly pushed him away, stood up, and caught her breath before reasoning with him calmly, “Julian, don’t do this. You’re not just betraying me, but yourself and your boyfriend too. Calm down, please calm down.”

Julian gazed at her intently. “Then why did you kiss me back?”

Louisa’s cheeks flushed crimson as she fell silent. She’d been caught up in the moment, but she couldn’t say that aloud.

“You said you’d protect me,” he continued accusingly. “You failed, so you need to take responsibility.”

Louisa remained silent. What exactly had she promised? If she’d known this would happen, she should have sent Teddy instead. Teddy,

where are you?

But even with a two–hour drive, Teddy couldn’t possibly appear right now.

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to remain calm. “Fine, I’ll take responsibility. I’ve prepared ice. You should take a cold bath.”

Julian sighed. “Forget it. Just go. Don’t worry about me.”

Louisa ignored him. She carried the ice bucket into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub faucet, and set it to cold water.

Testing the temperature, she found it cold enough. Still, to help Julian cool down, she added more ice cubes.

While the tub filled, she went back to call him. “Mr. Tudor, your bath is ready.”

He ignored her. Louisa called again. Still no response.

With no other choice, she went to him and tugged at his arm. “Come on, let’s get you to that bath.”

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Though reluctant, Julian rose with her prompting. Then he stopped moving unless she moved. Louisa had to push him by the shoulders

toward the bathroom.

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The water in the tub was nearly at the fill line, with ice cubes still floating unmelted on the surface–a testament to how cold it must be.

Louisa couldn’t help but shiver just looking at it.

But he needed this bath.

She pressed on his shoulders to make him sit on the edge of the tub. “Mr. Tudor, just get in. It’ll help. Get in, get in.”

Her words and actions resembled someone shooing a dog.

Julian gave her a reproachful look. “Ms. Forbes, do you remember when you were sick and insisted I hold you?”

Louisa’s attempts to get him into the tub paused as she stared at him, instinctively countering, “What do you mean I insisted? Mr. Tudor, don’t try to negotiate with things I don’t remember.”

“Fine,” Julian replied. “If you’ve forgotten that, you surely remember what happened in the grove just hours ago?”

Louisa fell silent. She was at a loss for words. What was he implying? Did he want her to hold him too?

Julian stopped there, saying nothing more.

Inwardly, Louisa was distressed. Setting aside whether their relationship permitted such embraces, in his current condition, if she held him, could they really maintain control?

She sighed, unwilling to argue further. “The medicine will be here in an hour. If you don’t want to take a bath, then just endure it until

then. I’ll leave now.”

Whatever he might do next, she shouldn’t be present.

Unexpectedly, Julian’s cold voice followed her, “My arm is still injured. How am I supposed to get in?”

Louisa didn’t respond. When Julian wanted to make things difficult, he showed no mercy.

After witnessing how he handled Saul, she knew this was actually him being polite.

She needed to stay calm! After taking a deep breath, she returned to his side, gently took his injured arm, and made a gesture of invitation. “Mr. Tudor, please get in.”

Only then did Julian enter the tub, sitting down in the cold water and leaning against the sloped end.

Louisa carefully positioned his injured arm on the edge of the tub. “There, that should work. Just don’t move this arm, and it won’t get

wet.

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He was only soaking, not washing, so he kept his robe on, the wet fabric clinging to his body.

The cold had turned his lips pale. He glanced at her lightly. “Ms. Forbes, quite resourceful, aren’t you?”

Even now, he couldn’t resist taking jabs at her?

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She decided to be gracious and not take offense, even adding thoughtfully, “Mr. Tudor, take your time. There’s more ice in the freezer. I’ve calculated that it’s enough to last until the medicine arrives.”

“So considerate of you, Ms. Forbes.”

Would he ever stop? Did insulting her somehow make him feel better? She didn’t want to engage with him anymore.

Julian looked at her. “Are you getting revenge on me? Have you been waiting for this day for a long time?”

“Don’t slander me,” Louisa retorted. “Why would I want revenge? I’m trying to save you. Who else would go to such lengths to help you?”

She’d called for medicine, brought him ice, and carefully tended to his injured arm. Wasn’t that enough?

“Indeed, quite the effort,” Julian conceded. “I must have misunderstood. Should I present you with an award for Most Considerate Employee of the Year?”

Louisa was drained. “Mr. Tudor, could you give that mouth of yours a rest?”

She knew Julian was sharp–tongued, held grudges, and was difficult to deal with–nothing like the refined gentleman he appeared to be on

the surface.

She hadn’t expected him to be capable of infuriating her even when his mind was clouded.

She decided to stop talking and simply scooped more ice into his tub.

Julian, successfully provoked by her actions, continued his tirade. Louisa pretended to be deaf and mute, refusing to respond no matter

what he said.

Finally, he stopped talking. Just when she thought her ears would get some peace…

He started again. But this time, he wasn’t being difficult. His tone was serious, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness, “Louisa, I’m cold.”