Feeling the change in the man's body, Julie took a deep breath and, without thinking, bumped her head hard against Kieran's. He was clearly drunk, yet for some reason, he reacted extremely quickly, dodging and then spinning her around.
The blanket tightly wrapped the two of them, and Kieran's weight once again pressed against her, making it impossible for her to turn over.
Finally, Julie was pissed. She raised her hand, which she had finally managed to pull out, and slapped it across the man's handsome face.
This time, Kieran didn't dodge. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the quiet room, and the hand that Julie had used to hit the man instantly stiffened.
However, Kieran, who was lying on top of her, didn't seem to be angry. Only when their silence spread throughout the room did Julie take the initiative to speak to Kieran, "I know you're drunk, but Mr. Hernandez, we're divorced. What you're doing now is breaking into my private property, and to make it worse, it's rape!"
Kieran's eyes were very deep, and his pupils in the dim light looked even deeper, like an unfathomable ocean. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Kieran's gaze looked somewhat dazed.
After staring at Kieran for who knows how long, Julie eventually surrendered. She took a deep breath, stared at Kieran, and said, "Let me go, and I'll give you the bed."
The man finally spoke, his magnetic voice coming from above her head. He affectionately called her, "Joyce, stop messing around. Let's sleep together."
Julie thought. "This man runs to his ex-wife's house in the middle of the night, and now he's reprimanding me?"
Just as Julie was thinking this, Kieran suddenly reached out and unhooked the clasp of her bra.
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