Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 90

"Eh?" Julie wrapped her arms around her chest and looked up at Kieran in a daze. "What are you doing?"

"Ain't this my suit?" What Mr. Hernandez meant was that it was his suit, and he could take it back whenever he wanted. The power was in his hands.

Then why did he just put it on her so willingly?

Julie thought of just going to the washroom and drying her clothes, but it was already time for work, and to just walk out the door would be asking for trouble.

"Mr. Hernandez, can I borrow your clothes?" Julie smiled, a rare, pleasing smile on her face.

She was just trying, and didn't expect Kieran to really give her his clothes. After all, if he was willing to give them to her, he wouldn't have taken them back.

But surprisingly, he put the suit back over her shoulders.

Surprised, Julie looked at Kieran, it took her a while to react, then she said gratefully, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, eight thousand dollars and this suit is yours." Kieran patted Julie's shoulder, bent down, and met her eyes.

Julie, wrapped in a suit, looked like a cute little pet. She wanted to take off the suit urgently, but the man's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Eight thousand dollars? Are you robbing me?" After a futile struggle, Julie could only look up at him and argue.

The man smiled, flicked the suit with his finger, and said, "This is a custom-made Brioni suit, two months in the making, with a 185-step process. From this morning until now, I wore it for," he glanced at his watch, "six hours. The clothes I've worn should be worth a higher price, but considering you might not be interested," he reached out and touched her soft hair, "so there are clothes in the break room, you can choose a set you like, and I won't charge you."

Julie was so angry she couldn't speak. She could only watch the cunning man in front of her.

He calmly said, "If you don't want to change, then go make me a cup of coffee, instant, one hundred dollars a cup."

Julie shook off the man's arm on her shoulder and walked into the break room.

Frustrated, she pulled open the wardrobe, looking at a wardrobe full of high-end couture. She grabbed an A-line dress and looked at the brand and price. Burberry, selected romantic floral lace, a white dress made by traditional Leavers Lace from an English workshop, for 16,000 dollars.

Thinking about it this way, Julie felt a little more balanced. She checked the prices of the other clothes again to make sure this was the cheapest one, then changed her clothes and came out with the dirty suit.

"You're picking a fight." Julie pointed to the small tomato stain on the suit. "I'll wash the clothes and return them to you, and the money for the clothes I'm wearing can be considered a debt."

Julie learned a lesson from this, and that was, when she went to work at Simpo Co. in the future, she would bring a change of clothes.

Kieran didn't respond to Julie's words but pointed to the cuff of his white shirt and said, "The table wasn't wiped clean. I accidentally wiped it, and the shirt got dirty. How about this, you wash this shirt for me, and it's yours."

Julie glanced at Kieran's shirt, there was indeed a stain on the sleeve. The table wasn't not cleaned at all!

"Okay," Julie agreed without thinking too much, always feeling that Kieran was too expensive and would often put her in a financial predicament.

Julie went back to the room to get her dirty clothes, but Kieran followed her in. As soon as he walked into the break room, he started to undress, which caught Julie off guard. But she just glanced at him, then kept her cool.

"Hand me a shirt."

Julie turned around and handed Kieran a white shirt.

When she turned back, Kieran was untying his tie. The air in the room instantly became tense. The scene she had imagined several times in her mind was unfolding in front of her again, and this time Julie didn't feel nervous, but a complex emotion.

He handed her the untied tie and asked, "Does it look familiar?"

"I'm not familiar with anything related to you," Julie replied immediately, clearly trying to distance herself.

The man across from her didn't get angry, but, while elegantly unbuttoning his shirt, looked at the diamond-shaped cufflinks and asked, "How about these? Remember them?"