Back at the apartnt, Julian Lancaster took the initiative to help her carry things into the kitchen.
He even helped with chopping the vegetables, making Nina Sinclair’s work much easier as she only had to control the heat. Together, they prepared a whole table of dishes.
After dinner, she watched Julian clean up, and it was almost ten o’clock.
It was ti for them to sleep.
But...
Nina looked at the bed in front of her, feeling troubled. She always believed that Julian was a man who liked n, so she was very relaxed. But that day, she unexpectedly found out that things might not be as she imagined.
Just the thought of lying in the sa bed with him made her a bit conflicted.
It’s not like it was the first day they were sleeping together. What was she worried about? Such a strange feeling.
At this mont, Julian was also hiding in the bathroom, feeling conflicted.
He realized that lying next to Nina gave him inappropriate thoughts, and this feeling was getting stronger. This wasn’t a good sign.
Nina was his nephew’s ex-girlfriend...
But she isn’t anymore, and she’s rightfully his Madam Lancaster, so anything he does is justified.
Julian took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door, and walked out.
The lights outside were already off, leaving only a small bedside lamp. Julian walked to the bed where Nina was sitting, absorbed in her phone, looking very focused, piquing Julian’s curiosity.
He sat on the bed and leaned over to take a peek.
Nina sensed soone approaching and turned her head, finding Julian’s handso face right in front of her. Startled, she instinctively moved back, accidentally losing her balance.
She fell backward before she could cry out, but a strong, firm hand quickly caught her.
"Tha...thank you..."
Nina was still shaken, and once she ca to her senses, she realized she was wrapped in his arms, even able to sll the fresh scent of his shower gel.
The position was truly ambiguous.
Her heart raced, and she felt her face flush, her body stiffening.
Yet, his embrace felt so safe, so warm...
With his tall build, Julian made her feel small as she nestled in his arms. She could even feel his lips near the top of her head.
Unable to resist, she looked up, only to et his deep gaze. His eyes lingered on her, neither of them speaking, making Nina feel like a little rabbit caught in a big bad wolf’s trap.
His handso face was so close, if she straightened just a bit more, she could kiss him.
It seed Julian thought the sa. He leaned down slowly, approaching her, and just as he was only a finger’s breadth away, Nina’s phone suddenly rang.
The cheerful ringtone broke the atmosphere in the room.
The two, montarily entranced, snapped back to reality together.
Nina awkwardly averted her gaze, clearing her throat, she spoke, "Um... you can let go now."
Julian released her, and Nina imdiately retreated in embarrassnt, grabbing her phone and dashing out of the room into the living room.
Once she reached the living room, Nina gently smacked her forehead.
Oh my God! What was I just doing?
If the phone hadn’t rung, they might have... No, stop thinking!
The phone in her hand was still ringing, it was Sharon calling. She suppressed her tumultuous feelings and quickly answered.
As soon as the call connected, Sharon’s voice ca through the line, "Nina, I saw the photo you posted, Vincent and Sierra look so miserable, hahaha..."
"Yeah, they wanted to show off in front of but ended up with bad luck, so I snapped a picture," Nina replied, sowhat absent-mindedly.
Sharon detected the hesitation in Nina’s voice.
She exclaid, "Oh, it’s so late, am I interrupting your couple ti? Sorry, sorry, I won’t be a third wheel. Enjoy, bye!"
With that, Sharon hung up the phone.
What on earth was she talking about? Couple ti?
Recalling the earlier scene, Nina couldn’t help but feel her ears burn. Was Sharon spying on them from the apartnt with surveillance?
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