Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 200

Julie found herself blocked outside the door by Kieran.

By the time she managed to open the door, the book in Kieran's hand had already disappeared.

"I bet you won't tell me where you hid the book!" She stood in front of him, looked around at the same time.

He looked down at her, giving her a nod. "You're spot on."

"I really wish I could pretend I don't care, really!" She tiptoed to glance behind Kieran. After all, the most dangerous place is often the safest.

Without hesitation, Kieran turned around, giving her a full view, then turned back, grabbed her shoulders and asked, "Ready for bed?"

"Don't change the subject." She shrugged off his arm and moved closer to him, backing him into a corner, "Didn't we agree that there would be no more secrets?"

Her determined gaze had him sitting down on the bed. He looked at the serious Julie, responding seriously, "This isn't our secret. More precisely, it's my...secret."

With that, he gave up resisting, sprawling onto the bed, "Babe, ready for bed?"

She stood firmly by the bed, not taking the bait, but instead kicked his leg lightly, "Why The Shadow Thief?"

"Probably because there is no The Heart Thief!" The man lying on the bed looked thoughtful.

Clearly, that was an evasive answer. Julie blurted out, "Did you badmouth me in the book?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Kieran suddenly sat up, grabbed her wrist and fell back onto the bed. Julie, pulled by his weight, collapsed onto him.

With her hands on either side of his head to avoid crushing him, she tried to get up, but he circled her waist with his big hand.

His sexy voice echoed in her ear, "Hmm, that's why I'm afraid you'll be upset after reading it. People shouldn't read books."

Seriously? These words were from a top student? Julie wasn't buying it.

"Stop messing around and let me go. I need to talk to you." She positioned her hands on his body, the position a bit too intimate.

He still held her waist. She had just taken a shower and was only wearing a thin silk nightgown. His burning hand was like a branding iron on her waist, impossible to ignore.

With one hand on her waist and the other grabbing the blanket, he wrapped them both up.

"How about we chat under the blanket?"

As soon as he said this, Julie realized that he had easily changed the subject.

She stated, "I won't read it."

It sounded serious, not at all flirtatious or feigned anger. She looked into his deep eyes and said, "If the book contains insults to me, I would be hurt. If it contains your love for me, I fear those promises will be forgotten. So, I don't want to read it."

For those things you're curious about, time will give you a satisfactory answer.

Hearing Julie's words, Kieran reached out and pulled her into his arms. They lay on the bed, him holding her gently, his chin on her head, softly caressing her back.

"Joyce, you're the only one in my life...I dare not make any promises to."

She understood his words.

She hugged his waist and buried her head deep in his chest.

She remembered what her mother once told her, a mature but burdened person usually wouldn't make promises easily as those oaths often disregard life and death. A person who truly loves you would value your life above all else.

After a while, she finally broke the silence, looking at him and asking, "Haven't you showered yet?"

She tried to roll over and get off him, but somehow, she was pressed back onto the bed. He avoided her injuries, looking at her somewhat frightened face, "How about we do some sit-ups, and then take a shower together?"