After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270

Julian didn’t answer right away, just watched her determined expression.

Finally, he spoke slowly. “If you win, I’ll tell you what happened to Becky’s real grandmother.”

Louisa blinked, suddenly remembering what Julian had whispered in her ear when he left that afternoon: that the old woman wasn’t Becky’s real grandmother, that Becky had ulterior motives, and that she should be careful.

She had to admit, she was tempted.

After hesitating, she asked, “And if I lose?”

“If you lose, you’ll take a walk downstairs with me. Deal?”

Louisa looked at him incredulously. “That’s it?”

“You seem disappointed. I could suggest something else—”

“No! That’s perfect!” she quickly interrupted.

Julian watched her nervous reaction with amusement and gestured toward the door, inviting her to look for herself.

Louisa moved to the peephole and peered outside.

At this point, whether it was George or not hardly mattered. What mattered was that she’d made a bet with Julian, and her competitive spirit was making her heart race…

When she saw a hotel employee in uniform standing outside, she nearly jumped with joy.

She turned back to Julian. “I won! I won!”

She knew it couldn’t be George.

Julian affectionately ruffled her hair. “Winning makes you this happy?”

“Of course!” Louisa beamed.

Julian opened the door.

The attendant presented a bottle with both hands. “Mr. Tudor, a bottle of champagne from your friend.”

“Thank you,” Julian said, accepting it.

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The attendant glanced at Louisa behind him, then left.

Julian closed the door.

“You have friends at this hotel?” Louisa asked curiously.

“Perhaps,” he replied.

Louisa fell silent.

What did “perhaps” mean? If he didn’t even know whether they were friends, should he really drink that?

But Julian had already opened the bottle and was offering her a glass. “Would you like some?”

Louisa shook her head immediately. “No thanks.”

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She worried it might be poisoned.

Julian didn’t pressure her. He knew her stomach was sensitive–even if she’d wanted some, he would have hesitated to give her any.

Watching him pour himself a glass, clearly intending to drink it, Louisa quickly warned, “Julian, that bottle came from nowhere. You shouldn’t drink it. What if there’s something bad in it?”

Had he forgotten about being drugged at the resort last time?

Julian looked at her and smiled. “With you protecting me, what do I have to fear?”

“But I do,” she blurted out without thinking.

Then she froze, realizing what she’d said.

Julian’s gaze grew intense, an undercurrent of heat flowing between them.

Louisa suddenly remembered their time at the resort, in the bathtub… and more recently, in his room, when he’d kissed her…

The double memory attack made her face burn.

She tried to steady herself, saying awkwardly, “I really think you shouldn’t drink that.”

Julian smiled again. “Alright. If you say no, then I won’t. I’ll listen to you.”

His final words were especially tender.

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Louisa’s heart pounded uncontrollably, her face as red as a ripe apple.

Julian had somehow moved to stand in front of her. He looked down at her face. “You haven’t had anything to drink, yet your face is so

flushed. Are you running a fever?”

He reached out, using the back of his hand to check her forehead temperature.

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Louisa’s entire body tensed.

Julian was too dangerous. Whenever he came close, his masculine energy surrounded her.

She didn’t dare relax, keeping her body rigid and her eyes fixed somewhere around his neck–his sensual lips, his attractive Adam’s apple,

his defined collarbone…

She was losing it.

She’d always thought of herself as a disciplined, proper woman. Why did she feel this urge to sleep with Julian every time he got close?

No, no. She was a divorced woman. She couldn’t engage in such immoral behavior.

With that thought, she quickly stepped back. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” His deep, gentle voice floated around her, incredibly seductive.

Louisa hastily changed the subject. “I’m totally fine. You mentioned that old woman wasn’t Becky’s real grandmother. So what happened to her actual grandmother?”

“Let’s sit down and talk,” Julian said, taking a seat on the sofa.

Louisa didn’t follow. Instead, she backed up until she hit the wall.

Julian watched her trying to maintain distance. Had he gone too far?

He sighed. “Would you prefer to stand in the hallway while we talk?”

Louisa remained silent.

Fine.

She took a deep breath and walked to the sofa area, choosing a single chair at a safe distance from him.

Julian watched this scene unfold, inwardly sighing.

She was afraid of him again.

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What he didn’t realize was that Louisa wasn’t afraid of him–she was afraid of herself and her inability to maintain control.

Julian let it go and began explaining. “You wanted to know what happened to Becky’s real grandmother, right?”

Louisa nodded. “I smelled something rotting in Becky’s house. Noah said it was a cat, but I wondered if maybe…”

“Her grandmother died in the house?”

Julian laughed at her vivid imagination.

“Isn’t that what happened?” Louisa asked.

“What are you thinking? Of course not. Becky’s grandmother passed away last month.”

Louisa was surprised. “Then why did Becky lie to us about her grandmother being in the countryside?”

“Probably because, under the circumstances, Becky didn’t want additional complications. Her parents divorced when she was very young. Her mother remarried, and she lived with her father.

“A few years ago, there was an accident at the factory where her father worked, and he died. She has no uncles, so she continued living with her grandmother. Last month, her grandmother also passed away.”

Julian continued, “The house we visited today is indeed the Taylor family home, but that old woman was a neighbor. Becky paid her five hundred dollars to pretend to be her grandmother. The timing was probably too rushed to clean up the yard, which is why the place looked so messy and dusty.”

As Louisa listened, a wave of sadness washed over her.

It was hard to imagine what Becky had endured–a young woman who, after being disfigured, raped, and expelled from school, had lost so many loved ones.

Often, those who depart are at peace, while those left behind suffer the most.

That’s why Becky had only one thing left in her heart: avenging Mark. But she never had the opportunity. Her power alone wasn’t enough to fight the Price family.

It was Louisa and her friends‘ appearance that made Becky realize her chance for revenge had finally come. So she took a gamble–to avenge Mark and find her own release.

Thinking about this, Louisa sighed helplessly.

But how did Julian know all this?

She looked at him curiously. “How do you know all these details?”

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