She had seen Jason’s jealous girlfriend earlier, which reassured her that Jason harbored no intentions towards her. Julian gently embraced her. “Are you that afraid that I’ll get jealous?”
“It’s not that,” Aurora replied, nestled calmly in his arms, a faint smile curling at the corners of her mouth. “I’m just afraid you might overthink things.”
“Don’t you think such love is a burden to you?” Julian knew his nature was domineering; he was a tyrant in the presence of others. Although he tried to restrain himself around Aurora, he still worried that she might grow tired of him.
Aurora shook her head lightly. “No, because I understand you as you do me. This relationship hasn’t come easily to us; we cherish it more than anyone else could. The more you care for me, the more I can’t bear the thought of losing you. I feel the same unease when I see Lindsay by your side. Perhaps I’m being selfish, but I must say, I never want anyone else to have you. I want you to be mine.”
This had always been Julian’s role, to express such feelings, and it was the first time Aurora had taken the initiative to do so. The man behind her trembled slightly; he had always thought Aurora’s acceptance was out of being moved, never realizing when her feelings for him had deepened.
“Little Bunny, are you serious? You feel uncomfortable too when other women are close to me?” Julian asked excitedly.
“Of course,” Aurora confessed. “Seeing how close Lindsay was to you, knowing she was your fiancee-even though I seemed calm on the surface, inside, I was really anxious.”
“Little Bunny, it’s my fault. I should have told you sooner. Not telling you wasn’t meant to hide it from you; it was because I’ve never truly acknowledged her,” Julian murmured, nuzzling into Aurora’s neck.
“I know,” Aurora replied. “If you really cared for her, why would you go out of your way to provoke me? Julian, relax, I love you, I truly do, and I would never betray you. Go rest; dinner will be ready soon.” Julian reluctantly let go of her.
Aurora began cooking skillfully while Julian handled some affairs in the living room. This quiet, peaceful feeling was exactly what they both deeply desired. Both had lost their happy families at a young age and had struggled to reach their current positions. Despite their vastly different personalities and similar experiences, it was hard for them to let go of each other now.
Aurora efficiently prepared several home-cooked dishes. “Time to wash up for dinner,” she called from the kitchen.
This was the second time Aurora had cooked for Julian. The last time, she had still been icy cold, like a little hedgehog covered in spines, ready to prick anyone who touched her. This time, however, she was willingly cooking for him.
Julian’s gaze shifted from the computer screen to the busy silhouette in the kitchen, and his heart settled peacefully.
This was the life they had always wanted in their hearts. At home, both shed their public personas; he was no longer the lofty CEO, and she was not the ice-cold beauty. She put away her thorns, revealing only her softest self to him.
Julian obediently washed his hands and fetched the utensils, while Aurora brought out steaming dishes. Through the rising steam, Aurora’s face seemed to appear and disappear, unlike her usual imposing exterior.
Wearing an apron, Aurora exuded femininity. The tenderness in her eyes as she looked down melted Julian’s heart.
“Help me take off this apron,” Aurora said, busy setting the table.
“Okay.” Julian moved behind her, but instead, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
“Stop fooling around, let’s eat before it gets cold,” Aurora chided, batting away his restless hands.
However, he was beyond listening, pulling her into his embrace.
“You…” Her cheeks flushed. Could this man be any more shameless?
He had crossed all her lines-on the bed, in the bathtub, in the car, against the wall, and now in the living room.
“Little Bunny, I’m so hungry,” Julian murmured, finding her blushing earlobes incredibly cute. He gently bit her ear.
The sunlight softly bathed them in a glow, their figures blurred yet unmistakably intimate.
Aurora was no naive girl; her sensitive spot was her earlobe, and this damn man knew exactly how to get to her.
“If you’re hungry, let’s eat,” her voice carried a hint of coquetry, unknowingly.
“Let’s eat later. Right now, I only want you,” Julian’s hands became more daring, exploring.
Even the coldest woman melts in the presence of the man she loves. Perhaps it was his warmth igniting her gradually-Aurora felt like she was floating in the sea.
Julian was her driftwood, her body leaning into him unconsciously as he slowly undid her clothes. Like peeling a lychee, revealing the tender white flesh inside.
Soon, Aurora was left in only her apron, her graceful body partially visible within. Julian’s throat tightened.
“Little Bunny, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his kisses trailing down her elegant nape.
Aurora’s heartbeat was chaotic; this man always managed to shatter her barriers, his few words dissolving her defenses completely.
She tilted her head back, turning to meet his lips as their body heat rose together.
This was an experience she had never had before. Mrs. Hill had already gone home, leaving only Julian and her in the villa.
Her voice carelessly echoed through the room, Julian influenced by the sway of her waist, unable to stop.
What could have ended sooner didn’t, as this version of Aurora was too tempting, making him reluctant to stop.
The ringing of a phone in the background went unanswered, the caller persistently ringing again and again.