After the Cold Marriage His Crazy Love (Iris and Julian) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Be Careful

** Finished

I pursed my lips, trying to maintain my composure. “Can you please move, sir?”

“Ooh, I like it when you call me that,” he teased, eyes glinting with amusement.

I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through my messy hair in exasperation. “Do you really have to turn everythi

a sexual innuendo?”

genuinely curious,” he said suddenly, redirecting the conversation. “Why are you working

oned before, not everyone

he financial means to study here,” I muttered, glancing away

range, though,” he continu

oze at the mention of his

Isn’t Kieran your brother? From the West?”

Iness of his inquiry sending a jolt of unease through me.

How do you know that?”

He shrugged nonchalan

I bit my lip in frustr

“I’m leaving,” Id

On my way we knew

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om a girl I was fucking from the West.”

don’t think it’s any of your business.”

ed to exit this awkward exchange.

is shoulder. He must have been caught off guard because the next thing grazed the edge of a locker. This place was still under renovation, which pledges everywhere. Blood dripped from his hand, and he hissed in pain.

feeling a surge of guilt, even though I knew it wasn’t entirely my fault. Still, I d do nothing. With that thought, I grabbed his arm, surprising even him.

muttered.

kins from my bag and applied direct pressure to his wound.

hesitating to touch me?” he remarked, a teasing lilt to his tone.

ur mouth for a moment?” I snapped back.

e fell silent, allowing me to drag him toward the bathroom where I could properly wash his

ater.

heal on its own. Just leave it,” he insisted.

werewolf, not a god,” I muttes

like this still hurt.”

intently on his

chose to i

on at least need to cover it.”

eel him stiffening under my

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Chapter 151 Be Careful

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Using my handkerchief, I wrapped it around his arm. The fabric was pink and adorned with hearts, a sharp contrast to his rugged demeanor.

“There,” I said, unable to hide the smile creeping up on my lips. He actually looked ridiculous wearing it. Stepping back, I looked up at him, still grinning.

“You’re going to wear that on your one-night stand, huh?” I teased lightly.

Our eyes met, and my smile faltered slightly as I caught the intensity of his gaze. He usually wore a joking expression when we spoke, but in that moment, he appeared serious-more serious, even, than when we had been working on our project for Miss Loveson’s class.

I puffed air into my cheeks, trying to stifle another smile, and then hoisted my backpack over my shoulders once again.

“I’m really going,” I muttered. “Just be careful next time.”

With that, I moved past him, making sure to tread carefully this time.

To my surprise, he didn’t say anything further. He stood there, completely frozen, as I walked out of the café.

Once outside, I entered the school through the pupil scanner and headed to the bus stop. It was then that I noticed Owen was also waiting there. I wasn’t quite sure what compelled me to speak to him, but somehow, I did. As soon as I reached the bus stop, I sat down next to him and launched into conversation.

“Hey,” I said cheerily, trying to break the ice.

He merely glanced at me and adjusted his earphones further into his ears. I pursed my lips, feeling a hint of awkwardness, but pressed on.

“I think we’re heading to the same dorm. Do you want to go together?” I suggested, hoping to bridge the gap between us.

“Do whatever you want,” he muttered dismissively.

I chuckled awkwardly, turning slightly to the side. “Alright. The next bus should be here soon.” I continued, trying to fill the silence. “I guess we’ll have to see each other more often since we work in the same café. My name’s Arden, by the way.”

“You talk too much,” he said suddenly, halting my spirited chatter. “Why are you even talking to me?”

I paused for a moment, reflecting on the sincerity of my answer. “A friend at work would be nice,” I replied.

A scoff escaped his lips, and just then, the bus arrived. He stood up, brushing past me without a backward glance.

“I don’t need such things,” he said, his tone final as he stepped away.