After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

“Not enough.”

“What more do you want?” she asked, looking at him.

He returned her gaze, his eyes involuntarily dropping to her pink lips. His clear gaze gradually became heated as he recalled their kiss

from the previous night–the soft texture, the sweet taste, the addiction that one taste had created…

Under his intense stare, Louisa trembled slightly. As their eyes locked, the air around them thinned, charged with tension.

She quickly pulled herself together. “Well, I need to sleep.” She lay down, avoiding his gaze.

Julian noted her evasion, a momentary darkness passing through his eyes.

Unknown to him, Louisa remained wide awake. Her thoughts were chaotic for the first half of the flight, and she only drifted into a light sleep during the latter half.

The plane landed in Silverlight City at two in the morning.

Louisa woke to the commotion of passengers disembarking, seeing that the cabin was already half–empty. Julian remained perfectly still in

his seat.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Tudor,” she apologized quickly. “I overslept and didn’t realize-”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted calmly.

Louisa stood and opened the overhead compartment to retrieve her luggage.

Behind her, an alluring woman in her thirties was also reaching for her bag. Perhaps because it was heavy, the suitcase suddenly tilted.

As it was about to crash down on Louisa’s head with no time to dodge, an arm reached out, pulling her head protectively against a chest.

The suitcase came down directly on his arm–precisely the arm that was still healing from his previous injury.

Startled, Louisa grabbed his arm anxiously. “Are you okay?”

Seeing the concern in her eyes, Julian smiled slightly. “I’m fine.”

She frowned at the woman. “You should be more careful. His arm was already injured.”

“It wasn’t intentional,” the woman replied impatiently. Then, as if noticing Julian for the first time, she asked with sudden interest, “Sir, are you hurt? Let’s exchange contact information. Send me any medical bills, and I’ll cover them.”

Louisa now understood–the woman had done it deliberately to get Julian’s attention.

Julian didn’t even glance at her. Keeping Louisa close, he said coldly, “You should be thankful it didn’t hit her instead.”

The woman glared hatefully at Louisa, wondering what luck had brought her such a handsome, exceptional man.

Under Julian’s frigid presence, she dragged her luggage away on clicking heels.

Julian looked down at Louisa in his arms. “Sit down. I’ll get it.”

Louisa felt dazed, his words echoing in her mind, making her heart feel inexplicably warm.

On the way home, Julian wouldn’t let her carry any luggage. Several times she glanced at his arm. “Is your arm really okay?”

Julian smiled. “Want to see?”

She nodded–of course she needed to know. His arm had been injured saving her in the first place, and now he’d been hurt again, also

because of her.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’ll show you when we get back.”

“I meant your injury,” Louisa protested, exasperated.

What was he implying with that ambiguous tone and vague words? As if she were some kind of lewd woman.

Julian’s smile deepened. “I meant the injury too. What else did you think I meant?”

Louisa fell silent. She couldn’t win this verbal sparring.

At the parking lot, Bob was waiting for them. He took Julian’s luggage and placed it in the trunk.

Louisa opened the rear door for Julian to enter. By the time they reached their complex, another hour had passed.

Sadie was nearly asleep, leaning against the wall outside Louisa’s apartment.

Hearing the elevator, she instantly awoke and rushed toward them. “Louisa, you’re finally back!”