Chapter 68: Is It Okay?

Willow Avery kept her body pressed tightly against the back of the chair.

Her hand, resting by her side, unconsciously gripped the pants on her legs tightly.

She didn't know why, but realizing that she in all likelihood liked Julian Kingston, even his slight approach could make her so nervous that her face flushed and her heart raced.

Her reaction was far more severe than before.

"Willa."

The person in front of her came closer and closer.

Until he was almost pressing close to her lips.

"Tell me, mm?"

His breath drifted over, scorching, ambiguous, and revealing seduction, bringing a wave of trembling across her skin.

For a split second, the man in her eyes seemed to transform into a succubus.

Witching and bewitching her everywhere.

Willow blinked her eyelashes, matching his eyes a beat too late.

Exactly the same as back at the hotel.

Just as if he were about to eat her up...

"Are you," she guessed in a small voice, "wanting it again?"

Listening to her words, the gaze in Julian's eyes turned dark and obscure.

Her temperature seemed to return to his senses once more.

In the next instant, the young girl added following it: "This kind of matter requires moderation."

A light laugh spilled from Julian's throat.

His palm lightly clamped her chin: "Answering what wasn't asked."

Not wanting to force her here, he released his hand, his body retreating backward a bit, and he bent his waist to scoop her up in his arms.

Walking all the way back to the main building.

Deeply fearing being discovered, Willow kept her heart in her throat all along the way.

Fortunately, they didn't run into anyone.

Entering the room, Julian placed her to sit upon the bed.

He then squatted down on one knee in front of her: "On the day of the old master's birthday banquet, I want to know your answer."

Willow nodded her chin lightly.

"I will consider it earnestly."

Seeing her agree, Julian lightly gathered her stray hairs with the pad of his finger, his voice deep and magnetic: "Goodnight."

...

After Julian left, Willow kept listening to the movements outside.

Waiting for a long time after he had finished his shower, she only then hugged her pajamas and ducked into the bathroom.

On the glass was residual water vapor.

In the air, there was the scent of that body wash Julian was accustomed to using.

A fragrance of vegetation.

When she helped him today, she had smelled it on his body.

It was also mixed with a bit of the traditional Chinese medicine scent from the hospital.

The moment she thought of these, stimulating and provocative scenes scrambled into her brain one after another.

Willow's cheeks couldn't resist growing hot.

She kept fanning the air with her hands, scooping up cold water to splash onto her face.

In the end, truly unable to calm down, she ducked beneath the shower head to rinse with warm water.

Reaching out to pump her own bottle of body wash, it happened to hit the bottom.

There was no spare in the bathroom, so she could only take Julian's bottle to use.

The fragrance was quite faint and refreshing, yet very long-lasting.

When Willow slept, her breath was filled entirely with this scent.

Just as if... the man had been accompanying by her side all along.

The next day, Willow was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door.

Sterling Kingston asked from outside: "Willa, has your wallet been found?"

Originally he had planned to arrange for someone to go over with her to look for it.

But she said her friend accompanied her, so he didn't interfere too much.

Willow reacted for a moment before recalling that when she went to look for Julian yesterday, she used the excuse of losing her wallet.

Hurriedly responding: "Grandpa Sterling, it's been found."

"That's good," Sterling added, "It'll be my birthday banquet in a couple of days. I can't keep up with the trends of you young people, so come over in a bit to give me some suggestions."

"Okay."

Willow responded, rising to change her clothes.

When she reached the dining room after washing up, Sterling was holding a tablet computer, frowning as he pondered over something.

The butler was also by the side, studying it together with him.

"Willa," Sterling waved his hand at her, "Come quickly."

Just as Willow sat down, Sterling asked: "I plan to arrange the birthday banquet at the Kingston Estate. The time is a bit late, do you think the lights in that section of the garden on the west side should be adjusted to be a bit dimmer?"

The butler explained: "Young people just like to develop relationships under this kind of hazy lighting."

Willow grew perplexed for a moment, asking: "Develop what relationship?"

It wasn't filming a television drama, still pulling that stunt with the lighting?

The butler let out an oh my: "Miss Avery is still young after all, pure. Dim lighting is naturally for developing relationships that cannot see the light of day."

Willow: ??!!!

Could it be that she usually only danced, so she couldn't keep up with the world of the people outside.

"Uncle Liu," Sterling let out a chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up, praising, "Quite trendy recently, oh. To use those words from the internet, you're practically riddled with rheumatism."

The butler lowered his head humbly: "Rest assured, Master, this birthday banquet will absolutely be held to your heart's content."

Sterling's mind was filled entirely with the matter of finding partners for the two of them.

Exhorting: "Filter the people well this time. If someone is a catfish photo, directly don't let them enter."

The butler: "I understand, face card check."

While Willow ate her meal, she listened to them chatting.

Unable to resist curving her lips.

Grandpa Sterling and Uncle Liu were truly quite amusing.

"Check what?"

Julian, wearing loungewear, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Isn't it all for the matter of finding friends for the two of you?"

The moment Sterling thought about Willow marrying over to this city, he felt a bit excited: "Once Willa settles down here, I will truly possess a granddaughter."

The Kingston family side were all boys, so seeing a well-behaved young girl like Willow, his heart cherished her dearly.

When the time came, he would definitely prepare a grand acknowledgment ceremony.

Oh right, there was also the dowry.

"Julian, when Willa gets married in the future, what dowry do you plan to prepare for her?"

The hand Julian held the porridge bowl with paused, casting a flat glance toward him: "Not giving."

What he prepared should be the betrothal gifts.

"Heartless," Sterling rolled his eyes, turning toward Willow, "It's fine, Willa. Grandpa will buy it for you, whatever you want, just open your mouth."

"Grandpa Sterling, it's still early, still early."

As Willow spoke, she ladled a bowl of nourishing soup for him, successfully diverting the topic: "This looks delicious, you try it."

Sterling accepted it: "Willa is truly thoughtful."

Julian looked at the young girl sitting opposite him.

From the time he came to the dining room until now, she hadn't given him a single glance.

What was going on?

He thought it over, opening his mouth: "I want some too."

Sterling looked at him with disdain: "Begrudging to even prepare a dowry, yet you still have the nerve to have someone ladle soup for you, thick-skinned."

Julian paid no heed to his old father.

He leaned back comfortably in his chair.

Slowly opening his mouth: "Willa, is it okay?"

Willow: !!

Grandpa Sterling was still present, yet he called her so intimately...

Speechless, Sterling turned toward the butler, whispering and gossiping in a small voice: "Why does it sound so disgusting when he calls her Willa?"

His voice was originally resonant, so even if he deliberately lowered it, it still traveled into Willow's ears.

Fearing the butler would say some chaotic words, she hurriedly ladled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Julian.

"Quickly drink some to replenish yourself."