Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 15

His voice was ear candy. It was sexy as hell, but to Julie, it was like nails on a chalkboard. If this were the Julie from years ago, she would’ve blown her top if someone dared take a jab at her pride like this. But now, she could calmly face the man in the car and quietly plead, “Please.”

Inside the car, Kieran’s gaze darkened.

She thought she had been quite accommodating to his request and that he’d be pleased, but judging by the sudden depth in his eyes, he wasn’t too keen on her recent actions. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Before he could even open his mouth, Julie repeated herself, practically groveling, “Mr. Hernandez, could you please open the car door?”

His face was stormy, and his gaze was as deep as the ocean as he stared at Julie, asking her, “If I asked you to sleep with me right now, would you agree without hesitation?”

Caught off guard, Julie laughed nonchalantly, “Mr. Hernandez, you’re giving yourself too much credit. Men can pick their hookers, but hookers can refuse clients too! You make me sick.”

Kieran’s temples twitched, seemingly forgetting how quick–witted Julie used to be.

Kieran ordered the driver to unlock the doors, and the moment Julie heard the sound, she swiftly opened the car door, pulled her skirt out, and turned to run.

But she was pulled back before she could even take a step. Her wrist was gripped with incredible force, making Julie slip and fall backward into the car.

Her head hit the car door hard as she landed in the backseat. The familiar scent of the man filled her nostrils, permeating the air. As she fell, she felt Kieran catch her. Now, half her body was sprawled

across his lap.

His hand, which had originally caught her from behind, had now slipped to her front, resting unabashedly on her soft bosom. Julie quickly sat up and instinctively slapped him.

She thought he would dodge it. With Kieran’s reflexes, there was no way he would’ve taken her slap. But the sound of the slap echoed throughout the car, piercing the silence.

The cab driver up front was startled, considering the man in the backseat had paid him three grand to rent the car. He swallowed hard, unbuckled his seat belt, and nervously muttered, “Sir, I’m going to step out for a smoke…” Before bolting out of the car like his life depended on it.

Julie’s right hand was trembling. Even when they were forced to divorce, she never hit him. She didn’t dare meet his gaze, so she looked elsewhere. She hastily picked up her skirt and attempted to escape, but he deliberately stepped on it.

She thought this would end awkwardly, but a pair of strong, warm hands suddenly grabbed her waist, pulling her back into the car. His familiar scent mingled with his unique cologne, caused a sour prickling sensation in her nose. Memories from their younger. years flooded her mind.

Just as she was about to burst into tears, the white wallet she brought tonight was suddenly tossed into her lap by Kieran from

behind.