After the Cold Marriage His Crazy Love (Iris and Julian) novel Chapter 137

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Chapter 137 Unmasked and Unrelenting

Pretending to be someone he isn’t?

What is that even supposed to mean?

Does he have a hidden side no one knows about?

stared at the man in front of her. He was familiar, but also strange. A strong unease came over her, and

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at scary show she watched as a kid, “Don’t Talk to Strangers,” and

being killed. Their bodies were cut up and flushed down the toilet.

tucked her hands behind her back and stared at him nervously.

ight away. His outstretched hand fro a fist. “Iris, I’m not going to be poli

id-air. After a few seconds, his

with you anymore.”

and again and grabbed it tight.

more. She pulled her hand ha

d, Julian bent down and lifte

he ground suddenly. Iris voice shaking a little.”

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get it free.

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her tight and walked quickly toward the

ight into his body.

panic and helplessness. “I have other things to take care of

like he was afraid she’d vanish from his arms any second.

ressed anger. “Where did you stay these five days? What were you

d said nothing.

hit his profile, casting a shadow under his deep eye

sockets.

darker, his voice serious. “Iris, we’re still married. Do you really have to act like this

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mething was clogging it up.

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Chapter 137 Unmasked and Unrelenting

As they got closer to the neighborhood, more and more people filled the streets.

Iris felt embarrassed, her cheeks turning red. She buried her face in Julian’s chest without thinking, her voice as quiet as a whisper. “Put me down, Julian. Please. I promise I’ll go home with you.”

But Julian acted like he didn’t hear her. He held her even tighter.

He was carrying his own wife home. It didn’t matter if the security guards or neighbors saw.

They got on the elevator. Iris, still blushing, asked quietly, “Aren’t you tired?”

Julian’s face was cold, but his voice was gentle. “You’re light. I could carry you for a few more miles and not get tired.”

“I never see you work out.”

”

The elevator door opened. Julian carried her out, explaining calmly, “I come home late a lot. Most of the time, I’m at the gym.”

Iris froze for a second, her heart full of mixed feelings.

Julian held her with one arm, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and kicked it shut with his foot once they were inside.

He didn’t change his shoes. He carried her straight to the sofa and sat down.

Iris tried to get up, but Julian pulled her tight into his arms. His arms were like an iron cage, holding her tight.

Julian buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent greedily, murmuring softly, “Don’t move. Let me hold you for a minute.”

Iris stiffened in his arms, listening to his fast, heavy breathing. Her heart was all messed up.

The living room was so quiet. The only sound was their heartbeats, each one pounding against her already

tense nerves.

After a long time, Julian slowly lifted his head, his eyes fixed on Iris. “Let’s not get divorced. Okay?”

Iris looked away from his intense gaze, bit her lip, and said nothing.

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