Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 5

Julie sighed with relief, looking towards the leather couch not far away. She dragged herself over and plopped down, bone–tired.

She thought Kieran wouldn’t come back, but he was back in a minute, with a tube of ointment in his hand.

Being on guard, Julie watched him approach, his deep voice sounding above her, “Rub in some ointment.”

Once he finished, he set the ointment down by Julie’s couch.

The spot where the motorbike had hit hurt like hell, Julie didn’t want to torture herself anymore. So, she picked up the ointment and headed for the bathroom.

Kieran watched the bathroom door close, with a serious look on his face.

Besides her upper thigh, Julie’s back was also aching, probably from the motorbike falling on her lower.

back.

The pain on her leg wasn’t as bad as her back, so Julie took off her dress, ready to apply the ointment to her back first. But she couldn’t reach the wound, her brows furrowed in frustration. She picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in the ointment, and was about to apply it when the bathroom door was pushed open by Kieran…

Julie froze, and before she could react, Kieran had snatched the cotton swab from her. Then he turned her around, forcing her to face the mirror. A moment later, a chilling sensation spread over her back.

She knew it was the feeling of the ointment on her wound.

Julie snapped back to reality, quickly turning around to seize Kieran’s hand.

Kieran held her shoulder, pushing her towards the mirror, “Don’t turn around, I don’t want to see your

chest.”

Julie realized she was only wearing a black bra.

The next second, she quickly covered her chest. She saw herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed. Though she hated him, her expression was incredibly genuine.

Julie glared at Kieran’s reflection in the mirror, “I don’t need your help.”

Kieran didn’t respond. Instead, he focused on applying the ointment to her back.

Julie stood on the marble bathroom floor, looking incredibly sexy. Kieran was tall, and without her heels, she was only shoulder–height to him. She used to love hugging him from behind, feeling like he was her entire world.

Julie stiffened her back, waiting in silence for him to finish applying the ointment.

“You hurt your leg too, right?” Kieran’s voice came from behind her.

“I can do it myself.” Julie reached for the towel next to her, wrapping it around herself. She reached out to snatch the ointment from Kieran, her expression frosty.

However, Kieran simply lifted his head, resisting her attempt.

Julie knew she couldn’t fight him, even if she jumped, she couldn’t get the ointment back. So, she decided to stop arguing with him and turned to leave.

However, she accidentally bumped into Kieran’s leg, which he had stretched out at some point. Losing her balance, she fell against the sink. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“What are you doing? Move your leg.” Kieran’s cold voice came into Julie’s ear.

Anger surged in her heart, she turned around angrily, not expecting Kieran to suddenly lean over.

As a result, her lips brushed against his cold ones.

The sudden accident took Julie by surprise, her bright eyes reflecting Kieran’s shocked expression. He obviously didn’t expect this to happen either.

Julie blinked quickly, and then quickly turned her head to avoid his warm breath.

However, he suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him again under his strong power. But before she could say anything, she saw him suddenly lean over, blocking her breath.

His hands were on the sink, his arms holding her tightly in his narrow but secure embrace. His lips pressed onto hers, forcing her lips open, sucking on her soft and sweet lips.

His hand casually covered hers, his thumb gently stroking her palm, causing her to shiver. In her blurred consciousness, she felt his other hand, warm, slowly moving to her waist.