Chapter 47: Aren't Men All Like That?

Damn, damn, damn!

Adrian Cross's eyes lit up.

This guy was finally willing to loosen up.

He didn't have any other hobbies besides listening to a bit of gossip.

He immediately sat on the chair next to him: "Hurry up and tell me exactly what's going on. Let me analyze it for you."

"No need," Julian Kingston didn't satisfy his desire for gossip at all, "You only need to tell me the method."

Adrian stroked his chin, a flash of inspiration hitting his mind.

"To eliminate prejudice, you definitely need assists from outsiders. You have to know that women are generally soft-eared. As long as outsiders praise you a bit, it's very easy for her to change her view of a person."

Julian pondered for a moment.

It seemed it really was like that.

Previously, the young girl had thought Jace Miller was quite good.

It should have also been because she heard others blowing his horn.

"Continue."

Seeing there was a chance, Adrian continued: "The friends around her definitely won't say good words about you. You have to pull her to your friends' side. For instance, come meet me. I’ll help you exaggerate—no, I will very honestly tell her your strong points. She will definitely change her view of you."

He had a look of extreme experience: "An immortal like you who doesn't eat the food of the mortal world wouldn't understand. What women care about most is whether a man takes her to meet his brothers and integrate into his circle. You bringing her to meet me is simply a win-win."

Julian murmured: "Is that so..."

This was something he had never considered before.

"Listen to me, absolutely no mistake."

Adrian patted his chest to guarantee.

Heaven knew how much he wanted to know about Julian's emotional life.

What child, carrying a ball and running.

He had already imagined several novels in his mind.

"Mm," Julian rose, "Let's eat first."

Adrian leaned in: "Then the method I said?"

Julian: "Try it tonight."

Adrian shouted "yes" in his heart.

He was definitely the first-hand gossip transit station of the hospital!

In the afternoon, it was clock-off time.

Julian informed him that he was going to pick someone up first and left the hospital.

Adrian specially changed into a formal suit.

Looking all neat and proper.

Ready to go eat melons.

Just as he left the department, he saw a newly adult girl walking over hurriedly.

"Hello," Luna Hayes was dripping with sweat, "May I ask if Julian Kingston has clocked off?"

She had been hospitalized in this hospital these past two days.

But she just hadn't been able to run into Julian.

Thankfully, she had booked an appointment a few days ago.

She hadn't expected that a small error would occur during her waist beauty treatment today, causing her to miss it.

By the time it was sorted out, it was already clock-off time.

She didn't want to give up, so she could only come to try her luck.

Adrian looked at the traditional Chinese medicine in her arms, and she directly called out Julian's name.

He couldn't help but look a few more times.

He remembered that previous girl had also brought traditional Chinese medicine.

Could it be?

He asked: "Are you someone Julian knows?"

"Yes," Luna wiped her sweat, smiling amiably, "I have a bit of private business with him."

Adrian continued to ask: "How old are you this year?"

Luna thought it was strange, but still spoke truthfully: "Almost reaching my nineteenth birthday."

"Holy crap!"

Inspiration suddenly flooded Adrian's mind.

What home, child, fooling around.

Didn't this all line up?

This was absolutely the one Julian kept hidden away as a treasure!

But it seemed she didn't have any complaints about him either.

Didn't she find her way all over here.

As a warm-hearted and kind colleague, he decided to help Julian out.

"Um, he happens to be intending to discuss matters with you tonight. Come with me."

Luna listened with suspicion.

Julian was looking for her?

How was that possible?

But his colleague probably wouldn't lie to her, right?

"Thank you, Doctor."

Saying a polite sentence, she followed his footsteps.

...

The moment Willow Avery came out of the dance studio, she saw Julian Kingston.

He had rarely worn a formal suit.

Outlining his figure to be increasingly tall and slender.

Many people were eager to step forward, yet were deterred by the coldness on his face.

Willow hadn't recovered from the matters of the past two days yet.

Instinctively wanting to bypass him.

The man called out to stop her ahead of time: "Willow."

Willow could only halt her steps, looking at him with a fake smile: "Uncle Julian, why did you come?"

Julian was concise and to the point: "A matter."

He said so, and she instantly grew tense.

"Is it Grandpa Sterling?"

"No," Julian looked at the young girl whose face was filled with anxiety, calmly spitting out three words: "The consultation fee."

Willow hurriedly pulled out her phone: "Alright, I'll transfer it to you."

Julian stepped forward, clamping around her wrist: "No need. Come to a place with me."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Willow instinctively wanted to break free from his touch.

"I'll transfer the money first."

The man's force clamped even tighter: "Accompanying me is my consultation fee."

With that, before Willow could react, he directly pulled her out of the crowd.

"Hey? Uncle Julian?"

Willow was caught unprepared.

There were still so many people here?

Shouldn't he take his hand away first to be more appropriate?

They left, and the discussion voices of the classmates behind them sounded.

"This uncle truly makes people envious. I want one too!"

"You can say this right now because Luna Hayes didn't come to school. If she were here, absolutely don't mention it, otherwise you’ll definitely be led by her to be isolated again."

"Luna Hayes looks like she gets along with anyone, but she actually has quite a lot of schemes. Let's transfer the money for the custom dress to her last time, lest she wants us to do something for her next time."

"Alright. But she has money and is used to being the eldest young lady; even if we don't owe her, directing us commoners still comes out of her mouth just like that, doesn't it?"

...

The two walked a stretch of distance.

Willow moved her wrist: "Um, Uncle Julian, how about you still release me?"

Julian hesitated for a moment, still releasing his shackle on her.

Pressing too tight right now wasn't good.

Willow secretly let out a breath of relief.

Not seeing him for two days, the chafed injuries on her body had healed, but the feeling of panic was still there.

No matter what, she had no way to forget the awkward matter that happened that day.

Too embarrassing.

At that time, his handing over of the ointment had been too sudden, and whatever thought popped into her mind, she had just said it directly.

Only afterward did she react; how could her uncle be that absurd.

But the words had already been spoken...

So she had been too embarrassed to see him again afterward.

Just fearing he would pull her to ask more.

Julian looked at the young girl's face shifting through a colorful array of expressions and guessed she was imagining messy things again.

"In your eyes, what kind of person am I?"

Willow was spacing out, and hearing the man's question, she instinctively said: "A twenty-seven-year-old man who needs an outlet to release himself."

Julian: "..."

Willow reacted only after speaking that the one asking her was Julian.

"!!!"

"Uncle Julian, my meaning is that your experience is rich, your appearance is of a conservative type, and your personality is subdued but not rigid. You truly are a perfectly wonderful, good man!"

Finishing it all in one breath, Willow panted lightly.

Julian didn't make a sound, lifting his feet to continue walking forward.

He didn't speak, and Willow dared even less to say more.

She pinched her mouth shut, silently sitting into the back seat of the car.

Julian started the car, heading toward the address Adrian Cross had given.

When they arrived, his face carried a look of understanding.

As expected, it was a new entertainment club again.

He was simply exceptionally fond of this kind of place.

Adrian happened to call.

"Julian, hurry up and come over, I’ve prepared a massive surprise for you!"

Julian's gaze swept toward Willow behind him.

The young girl stood exceptionally obediently, her face seemingly still carrying the frustration of speaking out of turn previously.

He always felt she wouldn't get along very well with Adrian.

Moreover, according to his understanding of Adrian, the massive surprise he spoke of was generally quite terrifying.

To be safe, it was better to wait and see.

He brought Willow to open a new private room.

...

Willow had only come to clubs twice in total previously.

The first time, an accident happened and she slept with Julian.

The second time, her escape plan failed.

In summary, this place was a location where matters went wrong.

The private room door sealed shut, and Willow looked toward the alcohol on the table along with the colorful ambient lights.

Secretly vowing.

She absolutely couldn't drink tonight.

"Willow," Julian sat into a single sofa, calling her, "Come, sit."

Willow looked over.

The lighting within the private room was dim, outlining the man's gaze to be unusually deep.

As if harboring countless suppressed emotions.

It made the calves of her legs tremble slightly.

Moving a few steps, she sat down in front of Julian.

"Uncle Julian, why did you bring me here?"

Using the consultation fee to exchange for her coming to a club was quite strange.

Wait a minute, it couldn't be...

The night the two of them engaged in a relationship, he had possessed this kind of gaze.

Staring at her deeply for a long time, clamping her waist to turn the tables.

Taking her...

And consuming her entirely.

Her calves felt even softer.

How to stop this situation?

She looked at the alcohol bottles in front of her.

Decisively opening them, pouring alcohol for Julian.

"Uncle Julian, the alcohol at this club looks quite expensive. Taste more of it."

"Alright."

Receiving Julian's agreement, Willow lined up ten wine glasses in a row, pouring them completely full.

She had heard that when a man was truly drunk, he wouldn't have any physical desires at all.

So, as long as she got her uncle drunk, it would be fine.

"Uncle Julian," her eyes shone brightly as she looked at him, "Please."

Julian: "..."

Even beer wasn't consumed this way.

He opened his mouth: "Today I..."

"Uncle Julian," Willow interrupted him just in time, "Drink first."

Julian accepted a glass, drinking it in one gulp.

This glass was fruit wine; the alcohol content wasn't high.

He continued to say: "Actually..."

"This one seems to be lychee flavor," Willow continued to interrupt, "Taste it again."

Julian accepted, drinking it down once more.

"Your feelings toward me..."

"Oh my, this one smells so fragrant," Willow brought another glass in front of Julian, looking at him expectantly, "My alcohol tolerance isn't good; you drink more."

Julian lifted it once more.

This time it wasn't fruit wine; it was vodka.

As for the fragrance of the alcohol, it was purely words the young girl used to trick him.

Next, no matter what Julian said, Willow would promptly pour alcohol down his throat.

With several glasses of strong liquor down, Julian was a bit drunk.

"Uncle Julian?" Willow looked at the man's reddened eyes, tentatively asking, "Are you sleepy? Do you really want to sleep?"

"How about you sleep here? I'll go out to keep watch for you?"

Julian pressed his aching temples.

The young girl in front of him, he didn't know what she was talking about, her red lips moving vigorously.

Exceptionally alluring.

Seeing the person was about to leave, he rose to her side, encircling her waist.

Willow had originally intended to slip away, and the man's unexpected approach caught her in a sharp fright.

Wanting to run but unable to, she could only ask:

"You, are you alright?"

How come after drinking alcohol, he looked even more out of sorts?

Julian didn't answer her, pinching her waist, directly pressing her into the sofa.

The sofa of this club was deep and soft, and Willow directly sank inside.

The man braced himself on both sides of her head, looking just like he was being... intimate with her.

Thinking of this word, her face instantly flushed red.

Lifting her hands to push against his chest: "Hurry up and get up..."

"Willow."

Julian spoke, his voice hoarse: "What are your thoughts?"

Willow had originally intended to cooperate with him and brush him off.

But before the words could be spoken, the man on top of her was unbuttoning his suit deliberately and methodically.

Even when drunk, his movements remained elegant.

Deliberate and methodical.

Yet making it impossible to look away.

Willow was hard-controlled for an entire minute.

Not until the man set his jacket aside and began to unbutton his shirt did she wake up as if from a dream, hurriedly covering her own eyes.

"Don't be impulsive..."

Willow carefully opened a crack between her fingers.

Thankfully, thankfully, he had only unbuttoned two buttons.

If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have persuaded him to drink.

He couldn't be planning to... here?

"No way!"

Willow frantically pressed against Julian's mouth, and whatever thought was in her mind, she poured it all out in one go:

"Are you coveting my body? But this is wrong, you have to control yourself..."

Listening to her words, Julian stopped his movements half a beat slower.

Frowning: "I am coveting your body?"

Willow: "..."

The words didn't seem to be phrased that way either.

She met his eyes: "My meaning is... um, Uncle Julian, you drank too much alcohol; it's inevitable to be impulsive."

Julian was directly driven to a laugh by anger.

He understood her meaning.

She thought that because he drank too much alcohol, he harbored bad intentions toward her.

"Willow, am I the kind of man who can't move his feet upon seeing just any random woman?"

Willow stuffed herself a bit further into the sofa, nodding her chin: "Aren't men all like that?"

"And just now," she pointed at his collar, "taking off clothes, you definitely wanted to do something."

She could see the churning within the man's eyes.

As if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Thinking of this, she continued to push him: "It’s too late. If we don't go back, Grandpa Sterling will worry."

Julian didn't speak.

He looked at the young girl beneath him.

Tense one moment, relaxed the next.

Amusing and cute.

And claiming he harbored thoughts toward her.

The alcohol seemed to completely exert its effect at this moment.

His hand encircling her waist tightened slightly, and he slowly lowered his head, moving close to her lips.

Willow instinctively widened her eyes.

She watched the man's handsome face slowly enlarge in her sight.

Enwrapped with a faint fragrance of fruit wine.

For a split second, she seemed to be intoxicated by it too.

Her mind felt groggy.

Even wanting to close her eyes uncontrollably...

"Bang!"

The private room door was suddenly pushed open with great force. Willow was startled, instinctively wanting to look, but the man in front of her pressed against her, blocking her sight completely.

She could only hear an unfamiliar male voice.

"Julian, you're too much. I waited for you next door for an hour just to give you a surprise, and look at you—how come you opened a new private room and didn't tell me?"

As Adrian spoke, he moved close to Julian's position.

After a few steps, the man's deep, hoarse voice sounded: "Go out first."

Adrian didn't mind: "What are you doing? Is there still something you need to hide from me?"

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed a woman lying beneath Julian.

"You, you, you, what's the situation here?" He couldn't believe it, "You aren't doting on that child of yours anymore? You've shifted your affection?"

The key point was that the girl was right next door.

This foot in two boats, the straddle was a bit too close, wasn't it?

"Doctor Cross."

A young female voice suddenly traveled from outside: "What did you come to the private room next door for?"

Willow's hand gripping Julian's shirt suddenly tightened with a snap.

How was Luna Hayes here?

Shouldn't she be currently hospitalized?