After the Cold Marriage His Crazy Love (Iris and Julian) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 A Tempting Drunken Night

“Okay!” After Iris rinsed her mouth one last time, she leaned in close. “See? All clean now?”

She

mouth a little.

white teeth, and soft pink lips–she was right up next to him.

down, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He hooked a finger under her chin, gently closing her voice went hoarse and deep. “All Go to sleep. I gotta clean your bed.”

et Iris down, pulled the covers over

wo minutes later, he came out. Su

Julian walked over, pulled the c

He headed to Iris’s room, st the room until it was spot

He poured a glass of

Drunk people

Julian gra

The t

loo

ok the glass and basin to the bathroom to wash then

had kicked the covers off again.

er, and adjusted the AC to the perfect temp.

ained covers into a trash bag, and spent half an hour cleani

back to his room, and set it on the nightstand.

covers off once more.

rom the bathroom, sat down beside the bed, and started wiping her dow

cheeks, down to her fair neck-long and graceful, with a few strands of ha

ut from her white shirt, looking extra sexy.

his eyes heating up. His Adam’s apple moved again.

ook Iris’s soft hand, and wiped it gently.

hin, soft, and tender. Her nails were pink and shiny, neat and clean. In his rough, calloused ed even smaller.

want water.” Iris rolled over, groping blindly for the nightstand with her eyes closed. She knocked over hard.

n reacted fast, catching the glass before it spilled all the way. He sighed, defeated.

ou’re such a handful when you’re drunk.” His voice was extra soft.

Julian propped her up and

After drinking, Iri

Julian reac

knock

water.

ed her long sleeve was soaked from

ation. His breath got heavy, his voice

before you sleep.

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Chapter 62 A Tempting Drunken Night

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He frowned, hesitated for a second, then got up and went to Iris’s room to grab a cotton pajama top.

He sat on the edge of the bed, patting her cheek. “Iris, wake up.”

“Mmm.” Iris mumbled a response.

Finished:

“Wake up. Change your shirt first.” He was a clean freak, with a little OCD. He couldn’t stand anyone sleeping in damp clothes and he wouldn’t allow it, not even for Ins.

Iris rolled over and kept sleeping.

Julian let out a soft breath, his voice dropping a little. “I change it for you, okay?”

“Mmm,” she mumbled, half-asleep.

He’d never seen Iris naked. Even two years ago, when she’d fallen unconscious and been hospitalized, he’d stayed by her side to take care of her. But all the work like changing her clothes and washing her had been done by the nurses.

He swallowed hard, laying Iris flat on her back. His fingers reached for the buttons on her chest.

He unbuttoned them one by one, moving down past her full chest, revealing more of her skin.

She was wearing a white bra, her perfect figure almost spilling out. Flat stomach, soft pink skin. It made his eyes burn, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.

His mouth went dry, a tight, uncomfortable feeling in his throat.

Once all the buttons were undone, he lifted her soft body up.

Iris leaned into him, her face pressing against his chest.

Julian stiffened.

His whole body went rigid, like his bones had turned to jelly.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. His breath was hot, his body burning up, his heart pounding so hard it hurt.

He whispered in his hoarse, deep voice, “Iris, I’ve held back for two years. If you keep this up, I won’t be able to anymore.”

Iris didn’t react at all. Her breathing was light and steady

Julian took another deep breath and kept taking off her shirt.

Her arms were long and soft.

Taking off just one shirt felt like it took all his strength. The wall he’d built up in his heart had crumbled completely.

He threw the shirt on the floor and slipped the pajama top over her.

Her long, loose hair was tied with a hair tie, which got pulled off along with her pajama top as he pulled it over her head.

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