There He Is Again, My Ex-Husband (Julian and Amelia)

Chapter 367 Trying to Bit His Face

"Be careful."

Julian reminded her to hold her waist to prevent her from falling down when she was so startled that

she might stumble backwards.

Emelia was irritated. He had the nerve to warn her to be careful!

If he hadn't deliberately been so close to her, would she have been scared?

Fortunately, she had just taken back her face in time, otherwise, she would have kissed him!

Thinking of this, Emelia awkwardly patted his hand away. "Mr. Hughes, you'd better go out quickly, or

you won't be able to eat mutton tonight."

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What?

Julian was enraged by Emelia's unfamiliar address, but she had already turned around to get busy and

never looked at him again.

However, in order to have dinner successfully made by Emelia, Julian left the kitchen first.

As soon as Julian left, Emelia immediately felt as though the air in the kitchen had returned to normal.

Without being disturbed by him, she quickly prepared the dishes and left. The three of them ate a

happy dinner together.

After dinner, Frances took the initiative to leave the dining room for them. "I'll go upstairs and read

books for a while. You can talk."

Emelia didn't want to chat with Julian. On the one hand, the atmosphere at night was too ambiguous,

and on the other hand, there wasn't much to talk about. She was really afraid that Julian would say

something in love again, so she couldn't stand it.

So she also got up and said to Julian, "It's getting late. You should go to the hotel to rest."

Emelia thought to herself, of course, that since Julian didn't return to Riverside City today, he would

definitely stay outside the hotel.

Emelia knew very well how far the journey from Riverside City was. On such a cold day, he had to

hurry back and have a good rest.

Unexpectedly, Julian threw his tall body into the chair and said shamelessly, "I'll live here tonight."

Emelia was speechless.

...

Frances, who was halfway upstairs, turned around and said to Julian, "You can stay, but there are only

two bedrooms here. Emelia and I each have one. You have to sleep on the sofa in the living room on

the second floor."

Frances didn't mean to make things difficult for Julian. She wasn't very close to Emelia, so it was

impossible for the two of them to squeeze together and give him a room.

Moreover, she had been single for so many years. She was used to sleeping alone and did not accept

sleeping with others.

She couldn't directly tell Julian that she wanted him to live with Emelia. She knew that they were

breaking up now. If she still said that, wouldn't that be disrespectful to Emelia?

But she also knew that Julian had come all the way here. He definitely wanted to stay and spend more

time with Emelia, which was why he had such an arrangement.

Without saying a word, Julian raised his hand and made an "Okay" gesture to Frances. "No problem."

Frances then instructed Emelia, "Bring him a new pillow and quilt later. They're all in your wardrobe."

"Sure."

Frances had already left, so it wasn't appropriate for Emelia to say anything. Although she didn't want

Julian to live here at all, this wasn't her home after all. She didn't have the right to speak.

If a man like him stayed in the same room with the two women, no one knew what the people in the

town would think tomorrow.

Likely, most people would think that he had slept with her!

Julian must have stayed here on purpose to make everyone misunderstand their relationship. It was

estimated that no one would introduce a boyfriend to her in the future.

He was really cunning!

Thinking of this, Emelia couldn't help but sit down again in the chair and "kindly" reminded him, "The

sofa is very narrow, and you can't even stretch your legs. It must be uncomfortable to sleep all night."

Julian didn't care. "It doesn't matter."

"Isn't it good to sleep in the big bed of the hotel?"

Emelia was furious. When did he become so shameless?

Julian stared at her and said bluntly, "Not good. You're not in the hotel. I don't care about the place

except you."

Emelia gritted her teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid of sleeping in pain? You'll have to drive for a few

hours tomorrow, won't you?"

"Don't worry, my waist is fine."

As Julian spoke, he suddenly leaned forward and drew closer to Emelia, his deep-set eyes filled with

affection.

Well, Emelia had the right to speak the most about his waist.

Emelia was speechless.

"Is Julian playing a rogue or what?"

Seeing that Julian was going to stay here, Emelia had no choice but to get up and go upstairs. She had

no choice but to find him a quilt and a pillow.

Julian followed her upstairs happily. When he arrived at the living room on the second floor, he laughed

out loud when he saw the sofa.

How could the sofa be so narrow?

It was obviously broad and long enough, and comfortable!

From the moment he entered the two-story building, he had looked at them carefully. Every piece of

furniture and decoration in the house was extremely particular. At first glance, he knew that Frances

was a person who enjoyed the taste. How could she make a narrow sofa at home?

It seemed that what she had just said was to make him give up and deliberately lie to him.

Unexpectedly, Emelia even learned to tell the lies.

It was too bad!

Hearing Julian's laughter, Emelia knew that her thoughts had been seen through by him. So she turned

around awkwardly and ran back to her room.

When she found a new pillow and quilt from the wardrobe, Julian followed her to her bedroom.

Emelia turned around and saw him casually sitting at the end of her bed. She stomped her feet

anxiously and said, "What are you doing? Get out of here!"

Julian was really insatiable. He had already stayed in her bedroom, but he still barged into her

bedroom. He had to stay in her room.

"I want this pillow."

Julian took the pillow that belonged to her from the bed in his hand. Her hair must be fragrant on her

pillow, and he wanted to sleep on it.

"Julian, are you a pervert?"

Emelia angrily threw the quilt and pillow in his hand on him, and then went forward to try to take back

her pillow.

Julian waved off the things she threw over, and easily held her slender wrist and pressed her against

the big bed under him.

The man's long and sturdy legs were pressed against her. Their breaths were almost intertwined.

Emelia was about to go crazy.

Just now, he didn't close the door of the room. What if Frances passed by her door and saw them

hugging each other and falling into bed like this? It would be so unseemly!

She couldn't bear to look straight at them.

Emelia struggled angrily. "Let go of me!"

Instead, Julian pressed her closer and clarified the scandal this morning. "I really have nothing to do

with that woman."

In fact, when he was angry, the scandal was removed. From morning until now, there was almost no

follow-up reports.

"I've told you that I believe you."

With great difficulty, Emelia pulled out her leg and kicked Julian.

Emelia thought it was time for Julian to release her, but he asked her again, "Why do you believe me?"

Emelia was so angry by Julian's words. Was he done?

She gritted her teeth and stared at the man's handsome face, which was close to her. She had an

impulse to bite him.

If it weren't for this behavior being too ambiguous, she would have bitten his face!