Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 13

Elliot?

Julie immediately flashed a smile at the man, then quickly took a step to the side, seizing this rare opportunity. She gestured to Manuel, who was beside her, to snap a few clear front-facing pictures of Elliot.

She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but the moment she moved to her new position, she noticed a slight tremor at the corner of Elliot's lips.

The photo session went smoothly and concluded after the dinner. Julie carefully examined the photos in Manuel's and Hasan's cameras.

Afraid that there might be issues, Julie made copies of the photos before parting ways with them. Then she smiled at Manuel and Hasan, saying, "That's it for now. Tomorrow is Raymon's official birthday banquet, so I'll bring the invitations tomorrow. So, let's meet at the hotel entrance tomorrow, alright?"

After seeing them nod, Julie smiled. Just as she turned around, a familiar voice came from behind, "Satisfied with the photos?"

"Kind of." Julie instinctively replied before realizing who it was.

When she looked back, she saw Elliot standing under a streetlight in a white shirt with a light-colored blazer casually draped over his wrist. His tall figure was elongated, his shirt sleeves were slightly rolled up, and his outfit was paired with a black waistcoat. He looked effortlessly casual and gentlemanly.

Julie smiled at Elliot, then seemingly ignored him and reached out to hail a cab.

Elliot's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he briskly walked up to Julie, positioning his tall frame in front of her. With a hint of disappointment, he furrowed his brow, "You really don't remember me?"

Julie naturally smiled, nodding, "I do."

Elliot let out a sigh of relief, giving Julie's hair a playful ruffle and a satisfied smile. However, Julie, due to his odd behavior just now, took a cautious step back, furrowing her brows. She maintained her distance, looking at him as if he were a stranger, a bit like she was observing a lunatic.

Elliot's hand froze in mid-air, and he looked at Julie in displeasure, asking, "What's wrong? Can't I touch you?"

A drop of sweat appeared on Julie's head.