Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 327

Snapping out of her daze, she lowered her eyes, tightening her grip on the towel. She walked over and said, "It's still early. Why don't you drive back? I'll explain things to Miles in the morning."

Julian put down his phone and looked up at her.

She had just stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in her pajamas, her cheeks were flushed pink from the steam, radiating a sweet, natural beauty.

For some reason, Julian suddenly thought of the little white kitten. After a bath, it was just as soft and endearing, making him want to reach out and touch it.

His Adam's apple bobbed. He stared at her for a long moment before suddenly grabbing her wrist, yanking her forward until she landed squarely on his lap.

"Julian, what are you doing..."

Blushing furiously, Clara tried to pull away, but her meager strength was no match for the man.

Julian flexed his arm, locking it around her waist so tightly she couldn't move an inch.

Clara let out a soft gasp, her body going weak and pliant under his commanding hold.

His gaze turned dark and intense as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the expanse of pale skin he had been eyeing for far too long. His voice was incredibly hoarse. "Trying to chase me away... are you afraid of what I might do to you?"

Clara bit down on her rosy lip, feeling her collarbone burn under his touch. Flustered, she pushed against him. "No, it's just that there are a lot of people in the house. It's not convenient, and you definitely won't be used to it. So, you should just go back..."

Julian let out a low scoff. Pulling back slightly, he pinched her cheek as if punishing her. The skin was so soft he couldn't resist caressing it a few more times.

"I can get used to it. I'm staying here tonight."

Clara choked back a gasp, finally resigning herself to her fate. She turned her head away. "Fine. It's just that I feel awkward. Please, just go home..."

Julian chuckled. He suddenly fell backward onto the mattress, dragging her with him so that she ended up sprawled right on top of him.

Clara let out a muffled yelp. Burning with embarrassment, she frantically braced her hands against his shoulders to prop herself up. "What are you doing..."

Julian didn't answer. One hand anchored her waist while the other cupped the back of her head, pulling her down. He pressed lingering kisses to her forehead and cheeks.

He didn't let go until Clara's face was burning up. Burying his face in her neck, he let out a contented sigh. "Relax. I won't cross the line if you don't want me to. I'll take a shower in a bit and sleep on the couch outside. Don't be afraid."

With that, he patted her trembling shoulder comfortingly.

Clara felt like she was drowning in honey, every fiber of her being turning impossibly soft.

She couldn't even bring herself to look him in the eye. "Then... what were you just doing..."

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