After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206

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Louisa listened silently until Naomi finished begging for forgiveness.

She laughed coldly, “You’ve already done what you did, and now you come with apologies? You can’t roll in the mud and pretend to be a

saint at the same time. You can’t have it both ways–the world doesn’t work like that.

“Yes, I understand how cruel the workplace can be for women. You can use certain tactics to get ahead, but there must be boundaries.

“If you can’t maintain those boundaries, if you resort to underhanded methods and shortcuts, one day you’ll be treated exactly as you’ve

treated others.

“In any industry, what will carry you to the end is your confidence and ability. It’s fine to want to win, but win with grace, and more

importantly, win gracefully.

“This is the final lesson I’ll give you as your mentor and former leader. From now on, don’t call yourself my protégé, and don’t ever speak

my name. It disgusts me.”

Without waiting for a response, she hung up–decisive and final.

In truth, she didn’t harbor much hatred for Naomi’s deception and betrayal. Everyone can make their own choices, and everyone can

choose what kind of person they become.

But from the moment of betrayal, Louisa would never give her a second chance.

Naomi’s betrayal was already in the past for her. What worried her more now was whether her father would be dragged into this mess,

That bastard George–he would follow through on his threats. He was actually using her father, her family, to force her hand for that viper

Vivian.

How could she have ever loved such scum? How could she have married him?

Indeed, only those closest to you, those who know you best, know exactly where to thrust the knife to cause the most pain.

She wanted to tear George to pieces. The hatred and anguish in her heart made her unwilling to let Vivian off, yet she couldn’t bear George’s threats.

But more than anything, she couldn’t put her father in danger. At that moment, her heart felt like it was being sliced open.

Julian approached her, gently stroking her head, wanting to ask what had happened.

With nowhere to channel her anger and pain, she reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pressing her cheek against

his abdomen.

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He looked down of her, his eyes unable to hide his concern. He extended a hand, softly stroking her head, neatly tucking her hair behind

her shoulders. The back of his fingers grazed her cheek.

His movements were slow and gentle, like someone soothing a stubborn kitten.

“Go ahead and cry if you want.”

“Who’s crying?” she stubbornly denied.

She rarely cried. In her view, crying showed weakness, and losing your temper showed incompetence. She allowed herself neither

weakness nor outbursts,

But somehow, with his gentle gestures, all the hatred and pain in her heart, that prickly, explosive state, gradually calmed. It was

remarkable,

Julian smiled softly, “Since you don’t want to cry, let’s eat. You can hug me again after the meal.”

That single sentence snapped Louisa back to reality. His familiar scent filled her nostrils, and she suddenly realized she was still sitting on the sofa with him standing before her.

And her arms… were wrapped tightly around his waist, her cheek practically burrowing into his body.

She quickly let go, her eyes darting everywhere but at him. God help her–how had she ended up hugging him?

How could she escape this awkward situation? How? Her mind raced frantically.

Three minutes later, they were seated at the dining table.

The spread wasn’t extensive, but everything was perfect: pan–seared salmon, red shrimp, steak, flaky croissants, and cream of mushroom soup–all her favorites. The aroma was intoxicating.

But her brain was still in the midst of an extreme storm.

She didn’t know what to do, holding a fork to her mouth and chewing on it–gnawing, gnawing. Her teeth made a crisp sound against the

metal.

Julian, who was peeling shrimp beside her, glanced up. “That fork…”

Louisa instinctively looked at him. What about the fork?

“It’s not edible.”

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His tone was completely serious, as if he were advising someone touched by the safety trying to expe

Louisa’s face turned crimson. He, however, continued as if nothing had happened, elegany peeling shrimp.

When he finished, he held the shrimp up to her. Open your mouth.”

Facing him, she felt incapable of even basic thought. She opened her mouth and quickly ate it. To tide her entarassment, die tweet

her head and ate without pausing for breath.

Julian was both amused and exasperated. He lifted her head from the dishes. “Eat properly.”

“Yes, Mr. Tudor.” She sat up straight.

Julian placed a small bowl of soup in front of her. “Have some soup

“Alright, thank you, Mr. Tudor.”

A strange atmosphere spread between them. Julian looked at her with a half–smile. No need to thank me. Why don’t you peel a string

for me?”

“Sure.” She quickly put down her bowl and wiped her hands with a hot towel. She picked up a string and carefully peeled in Them

finished, she placed it on his plate.

But he didn’t eat it.

She felt awkward. What did he mean? He asked her to peel a shrimp, she did, and now he wouldn’t eat it?

Thinking he might find her unclean, she instinctively said, “My hands aren’t dirty.”

Hadn’t he just watched her wipe them?

He nodded. “I know they’re not.”

Then why wouldn’t he eat?

His penetrating gaze made her scalp tingle. Suddenly she remembered–he had fed her earlier.

So… he wanted her to feed him? Surely not? Internally, she refused. No way. Absolutely not.

But a minute later, she surrendered under his steady gaze. She picked up the shrimp by its tail and held it to his lips. He opened his

mouth and ate it.

Inadvertently, his lips brushed against her fingers. The soft sensation… She instantly felt a tingling numbness.

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Her hand tingled, her head tingled, her heart tingled. Their shared gaze grew warm, intimate. Her cheeks flamed red.

To hide her embarrassment, she quickly lowered her head and continued peeling shrimp. One, two, three… The shrimp were quite large,

and soon his empty plate was piled with peeled shrimp.

Julian sighed, “It’s just a meal. I’m not selling you off after this. Why so nervous?”

‘Who–who’s nervous?” she immediately denied.

“You’re stuttering.”

Louisa fell silent. She was certain now–he was teasing her, finding amusement in her discomfort.

Despite already feeling stuffed, she lowered her head and focused on eating, ignoring him. She just hoped he wouldn’t speak again.

But unexpectedly, he opened his mouth once more, “Today, with George…”

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