Chapter 67: Do You Like Me?

Willow Avery's beautiful almond eyes shimmered with bashfulness, and she asked him back weakly, "Aren't you in a hurry?"

She felt he had already been enduring it to a very uncomfortable degree.

After all...

She secretly stole a glance at that spot.

It was quite spectacular.

Looking at her innocent appearance, the turbulence in the depths of Julian Kingston's eyes surged even more violently.

He wished nothing more than to take her right now.

However, this place wasn't suitable.

Luna Hayes was still outside.

"How did you come here?"

"I heard from a classmate that Luna Hayes bought strange medicine. Fearing she would do something bad, I went to the hospital to look for you," Willow said honestly. "Doctor Cross said you had clocked off. Having no other choice, I checked the surveillance and asked Grandpa Sterling to look up this place."

Julian twirled the hair beside her ear: "Very worried about me?"

"Mm," Willow nodded, "I don't want anything to happen to you."

Julian pressed his face a fraction closer to her: "Only this?"

The man's breath brushed against her face, ticklish.

Flushing, she moved her line of sight away: "Doctor Cross said the incense here makes people left without descendants. I cannot..."

She bit her lower lip, continuing to say, "I cannot let you be unable to become a father."

Julian: "..."

He had originally thought the young girl had fallen in love with him.

A low-grade tactic like incense wasn't even enough to look at in front of him.

When he entered the hotel, he had already perceived it.

He hadn't succumbed to the trick at all.

Coming to the bathroom was purely because Luna had brushed against the hem of his clothing, and he found it dirty.

He had specially left the door unlocked, waiting for the hotel to deliver a new one up.

Seeing Julian didn't speak, Willow nudged his arm: "Shall we start?"

Julian was almost caused to lose his composure once more by her single sentence.

He clamped around the back of her neck with a single hand, asking her: "Willa, do you like me?"

Willow paused for a moment before saying in a small voice: "Maybe? Probably..."

She possessed a feeling that if she didn't end up together with him in the future, she wouldn't look for anyone else either.

Julian's gaze turned dark and obscure: "Not certain, yet you still plan to sleep with me?"

Willow thought it over carefully, holding up two fingers: "Just treat it as a second-night stand."

Listening to this, a faint laugh spilled from Julian's throat.

He rubbed her tender white neck over and over again, saying slowly: "If you engage in a relationship with me today, what do you plan to do in the future? Continue to be anxious and fearful in front of others? Or perhaps, hide from me once more?"

Willow felt guilty.

It truly was the kind of thing she would do.

The first time was an accident.

This time, however, she was doing it deliberately.

Likely, what she thought about would be even more complicated than before.

But she had already made a decision, so she wouldn't shrink back at this moment.

"I don't want to consider those things right now," she met his eyes, "As long as you are well right now, it's more important than anything."

"But I don't want just the right now," Julian touched her face, "I want the future."

He lifted her down to stand firmly on the floor: "You go out first, I'll handle it myself."

Listening to his words, Willow felt somewhat helpless.

She carefully pulled at his clothes, "Did I say something wrong?"

He would rather his body encounter a problem than have her help?

"No..."

Julian gripped her hand and turned his body back around, running straight into the young girl whose eyes contained tears.

Willow exerted force with her fingers, saying worriedly: "If I leave, what will you do?"

Julian looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing over and over again: "That incense..."

Before he had the capacity to confess, Willow lunged over first.

"Can we stop delaying time, please?"

She was truly terrified, terrified that his body would encounter a problem.

Compared to the strict criticism and mockery from others if they were discovered in the future, she cared about him more.

Fearing Julian would push her away again, she hurriedly went to pull the open shirt on his body.

Before she could pull it down, her wrist was clamped by the man.

The density in the depths of Julian's eyes couldn't be dissolved: "Actually, there is more than one method."

He pulled her hand over: "Willa, is it okay?"

Willow's entire mind was set on being concerned about him, so naturally whatever he said was fine.

Nodding her head heavily: "Mm."

...

One hour later, Willow walked sluggishly out of the hotel room.

The hand she kept behind her back felt as if it were holding a ball of fire.

Scorching her so much that her footsteps were unsteady and floating.

Julian had told her just now that by using this method, her heart wouldn't need to harbor any misgivings.

She could treat it as if nothing had happened.

It seemed a bit correct, yet it also seemed incorrect.

After all, she had truly touched him...

While her brain was a complete muddle, Adrian Cross walked out from the room next door.

Sizing Julian up from top to bottom, he teased: "Oh my, Julian, looking refreshed and clear-spirited. Though the time was a bit short, work harder next time, ha."

Julian: "..."

Too lazy to waste words with him.

"Where is Luna Hayes?"

"Next door," Adrian pointed toward the room, "How do you plan to handle it?"

Julian's eyes turned cold: "I'll have the police come over in a bit, let's leave first."

With this kind of person, there was no necessity to waste time.

He pulled Willow's hand, leading her outward with slow steps.

Adrian followed them, saying: "I just chatted with her a bit and discovered the Hayes family is truly ridiculous."

"The investigation results from the police station came out, confirming that Luna Hayes indeed caused the car crash deliberately, and Old Mr. Kingston contacted lawyers to litigate. After the matter spread, those opportunistic people trying to curry favor with the Kingston family targeted the Hayes family one after another."

"The Hayes family begged for help everywhere but found no door open, and Luna went to threaten the little sister again without success, which is why she thought of the method to drug you."

Julian located the key point, looking toward Willow beside him: "Did she harm you?"

"No," Willow didn't want to cause Julian to be overly worried, speaking the truth, "She merely said she would speak about our matter to the outside."

The hand Julian held hers with tightened a bit.

Comforting her with a warm voice: "I am here."

"Okay."

Willow flashed a smile at him.

Adrian watched from the side, itching with curiosity.

What exactly was the situation between these two?

He had thought his string of operations would lead straight onto the highway.

It didn't look like it either.

Just possessing one more hand-hold than before.

"Um," he let out a couple of light coughs, asking Willow, "Little sister, is it that Julian is a bit incapable?"

Such direct words caused Willow's eyes to widen instantly.

Her hand was still aching even now.

Far too long.

Julian's face turned a bit black: "Speak less, it won't suffocate you to death."

Adrian shook his fist: "Good for you, Julian Kingston, you damn well don't know how massive a sacrifice I made for you, that incense..."

"Ahem," Julian interrupted him, "For you bringing Willa to find me today, I will give you the road fare."

"Deal."

Adrian whistled.

Hearing them mention the incense, Willow instantly grew anxious: "How about going to the hospital to check it out?"

She didn't know if there were any residues left.

"No need," Julian led her a bit further away from Adrian, "Didn't you help me already?"

He pressed close to her ear, his force like a kiss, enunciating every single word: "With all your heart and all your strength."

The temperature Willow had originally brought down surged right back up again.

She walked with quick strides toward the car, and upon opening the car door, she looked back at the hotel.

In the next instant, a touch of warmth was added to her hair.

Julian's voice sounded from above her head: "The rest, you don't need to concern yourself with."

The car accident side was currently undergoing legal procedures, and he hadn't expected Luna to actively deliver herself to their doorstep.

Two counts of intentional harm would definitely see her sit in prison until the floor was worn through.

...

The car drove smoothly toward the Kingston Estate.

Willow sat in the passenger seat, secretly rubbing her wrist.

It was still very aching.

Julian caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, his thin lips curving lightly.

When they reached the old estate, he opened the passenger door, lowering his waist.

The man's breath covered down, catching Willow somewhat unprepared: "...We will be seen."

"People only come to the garage in the morning," Julian pulled her hand over, pressing against her wrist bone and rubbing it gently, "Better?"

Willow's line of sight drifted over.

The man's fingers were slender, his knuckles distinct.

When he exerted a bit of force, veins popped up on the back of his hand, powerful and sexy.

Back then at the hotel, when he let out a muffled groan, the veins seemed to be even more prominent.

Thinking of this, her eyes darted all over the place, her face beginning to burn.

Julian noticed Willow's unnaturalness, raising his hand to touch her forehead.

No fever.

Then it was...

"Shy?"

Having her thoughts exposed, Willow was so guilty that she instantly wanted to push him away to dismount the car.

Yet she was forcefully braced back by the man.

"Willa, what do I have to do to make you like me?"