Chapter 72: Liking to Hold You

"Liking me?"

The man added another sentence.

Willow Avery nodded earnestly: "Like you."

It was the kind of liking where she wanted to live her life together with him.

The person pressing down on her nudged his body forward a fraction more.

"There's still one question left unanswered."

Willow discovered that Julian Kingston liked this posture very much.

Bracing her against the wall, leaving her with no way to retreat.

The gaze landing upon her was laced with an endless, deep darkness, revealing an unconcealed emotion.

And, desire.

Willow felt her heart was about to leap right out of her chest.

"I..." Her face burned red, and she voiced out in a soft, doughy tone, "I want to."

A surge of jubilation exploded within Julian's eyes, quickly transforming into lust.

The web of his thumb lightly clamped her chin, making a gesture to kiss along.

"Wait a bit."

Willow frantically blocked him, saying in a small voice: "There's lipstick."

She had deliberately paid attention while eating her meal, so the lipstick hadn't been rubbed off much.

At this moment, a great deal was still on her lips.

Julian's Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, the pad of his thumb brushing against the corner of her lips.

"I'll taste it."

Willow: ?

How to taste it?

Before she had the capacity to ask, his kiss fell down.

Anxious and urgent at first, and later kissing her in a slow, methodical manner.

Ferrying his taste entirely into her mouth.

While Willow's brain was groggy and dizzy, she heard the man press close to her ear, saying hoarsely: "Sweet."

Those single words caused Willow's entire body to grow scorching hot.

"Don't, don't say it..."

Far too humiliating.

Julian stared at her face, a light laugh spilling from his throat.

Supporting her, he placed her inside the bed.

His body enwrapped down: "Willa, is it okay?"

Willow covered her face.

How was she supposed to voice this kind of words out of her mouth?

But the man seemed to stop moving, seemingly waiting for her answer.

She bit her lower lip, squeezing out a sentence through her teeth: "Aren't you usually quite restrained? How come you can endure this much today?"

"Fine, won't endure."

The man's hand covered down upon her waist.

The warm touch traveled through the fabric, yet looking as though it scalded her.

Willow hurriedly called a halt: "Wait a bit."

Julian: "Mm?"

Willow recalled the scene of their first time, negotiating: "Can you... make it shorter?"

"The... size?"

"The time..."

When his breath drew close, Willow pressed against his chest once more.

"Um, safety measures?"

In the next instant, a small plastic package was stuffed into her hand.

"You help me."

"...I don't know how."

"I'll teach you."

...

Taking Willow into consideration, just once.

But the duration was still very long.

When the man carried her out from the bathroom in his embrace, she nestled within his arms, not wanting to move a single finger.

She recalled that midway through, while she was a complete muddle, fireworks had exploded outside the window.

Startling her into a sharp jolt.

At that time, a muffled groan spilled from the man's throat.

Pinching her waist as he coaxed her:

"Good baby, don't rush."

Thinking of his words, Willow couldn't resist burying herself a bit further into the blanket.

A section beside her sank down.

In the next instant, she was fished into Julian's embrace.

Meeting the man's eyes, she asked tentatively: "Should I head back to sleep?"

Deeply fearing he would do it once more.

She studied dance, so her stamina was decent, but placed in front of him, she was still far away.

Julian assumed she was worried about being discovered by Sterling Kingston, glancing at the time, and said: "Too late, the old master has gone to sleep."

"It's not for this reason."

Willow wanted to open her mouth, yet didn't know how to speak.

She couldn't possibly say straight out that she would feel he would have a massive burst of primal instinct.

Julian understood clearly.

Then it was fearing being discovered?

He gently rubbed her waist, suggesting: "Return to the apartment to live with me?"

That way there wouldn't be excessive misgivings.

Listening to his words, Willow's almond eyes widened in an instant, shaking her head decisively: "No way."

"Why?"

Julian couldn't think of a reason.

Previously it was that she didn't like him, but what about right now?

During the time they were most clinging, he had already asked her about making it public.

She said to wait a bit, she needed to prepare.

Right now, however, she wouldn't return alone with him.

Willow pulled the blanket up, revealing a pair of eyes, saying with a muffled voice: "Returning with you, you will definitely do it many times a day. I—I can't take it..."

Julian was stunned for a moment, and only then did he react to the young girl's meaning.

Amused, he said: "Am I that much of a beast?"

Willow looked at him with watery eyes: "On the night at the club, you... five times..."

Although she was the one who took the initiative.

Julian moved close to her helplessly: "It was you who kept wanting..."

"I—I was drunk from alcohol!"

Willow raised her voice with a guilty heart.

On that night, she was purely deluded by his face.

Coupled with the fact that her brain was chaotic, she truly hadn't recognized that he was Julian Kingston.

She stole a glance at him, then retracted it at lightning speed: "You were sober, how come you didn't refuse me?"

Speaking of it this way, she suddenly thought about the fact that Julian hadn't interacted with a girlfriend for twenty- years.

As a result, after sleeping for just one night, he looked as if he had fallen for her.

Originally she hadn't considered these questions, but thinking about it closely right now.

She felt she had been tricked.

Uncontrollably casting a look of accusation toward Julian.

"How could I refuse?" The man pulled down the blanket blocking her face, his voice low and tender, "Willa, I’ve thought about you for three years."

"From when you were seventeen years old, until nineteen years old."

Willow blinked her eyelashes.

His meaning was that he had fallen for her starting from the very first time he saw her?

"Are you... a pervert?"

"I didn't know your age at that time."

Julian remembered clearly that the young girl's height was quite tall back then.

He assumed she was already an adult.

Only later after asking his own father did he find out that she was in her first year of high school.

He had originally restrained his thoughts, yet who could have imagined that while he was sleeping at the club, she could also barge right under his eyelids.

Claiming she had never seen such a handsome guy before.

If he didn't let her sleep with him, she would go find someone else.

"On the day you and your grandfather came to the Kingston Estate, I stood in the corridor watching you for a long duration, you have no impression?"

Willow: "This..."

She was entirely occupied with watching him scold people fiercely.

Scaring her into fleeing in a frantic hurry.

Leading to her first reaction being fear when she saw clearly that the person she slept with was Julian Kingston.

When he mentioned taking responsibility, she was scared into repeatedly refusing.

Watching her eyes spinning non-stop, Julian lightly teased her hair: "Guessing blindly again?"

"No, it's that I want to return to sleep."

Willow hadn't expected the volume of information to be this massive.

Nor had she expected Julian would like her for this long.

She pinched her own leg, feeling it was alright, and consequently slid her body toward the outside of the blanket.

"I'll leave first?"

Just as she stood onto the floor, her wrist was grasped tightly by Julian.

"I'll carry you."

"Just these couple of paces of road..."

"Liking to hold you."

Julian got out of bed, delivering Willow inside her room.

At the end, he kissed her lips once more: "A goodnight kiss."

After the door sealed shut, Willow rolled around a turn on the bed enwrapped in her blanket.

Was he certain this was his first time being in a relationship? How come he was this good at it?

...

The next day, Willow was awakened by the old master's roaring voice outside.

"You brat, ruining my grand plan!"

Julian, wearing silk pajamas, stood at the doorway, saying wordlessly: "...Can you watch fewer short videos, please."

Sterling Kingston was roaring with fury: "Why did you take Willa away yesterday? My plans for her to marry over to this city in the future have been completely botched by you."

Julian looked at his father who was bursting with vitality.

Feeling his capability for acceptance ought to be quite strong.

"Willa and I..."