Are You Still Unaware Of That Case?

Julia moistened her lips and wanted to stretch out her head, but she found that even if Ford sat on a chair, his legs was still very long. If she did not gripped the desk for balance, she would probably hang her whole body on him, which would be even more embarrassing.

Ford was sitting rail—straight with his lips curved into an undetectable arc, showing no inclination to help her at all.

Julia made up her mind to stretched out her arms and hooked around his neck. Her entire body trembled because of nervousness.

She became even more cautious. Her expression did not seem like she was about to kiss him, but more like she had some kind of mission to do.

Julia was approaching little by little. Ford's expression didn't changed. His dark eyes were as deep as the waves in a storm.

Inside, Julia saw her floating across the waves, getting closer and closer to the center of the vortex.

The two lips were so close that their breaths collided. Julia's arms around his neck neck were so stiffed that she didn't dare to move, and her heartbeat was even more chaotic.

Just as she was about to kiss that thin lip, she suddenly stopped and retreated a little. An abnormal blushed appeared on her cheeks. She whispered, "Don't look at me."

"Alright." Ford closed his eyes and continued to enjoy the sweet torture.

After a long time, his warm lips were gently covered. The air was sweet. Besides, it was hazy but could still arouse the desire in the bottom of one's heart.

The warmth only lasted for a few seconds, and Julia had already retreated. She looked down and wondered that the kiss was not as described in the book.

Oh, the thing really didn't work. Should she light a candle to pray for him? The Ainsworth was going to have no descendants?

Julia had always heard that it's very fragile. She didn't expect it to be so fragile. She just randomly kicked him. She didn't even know where she exactly kicked him.

Will the Ainsworth's send an international assassin to kill her?

Ford could not tolerate her fantasies. He clasped the wrist hanging by his side. He pinched her white and tender wrist slightly and pulled her closer to his chest. Julia sat in his arms steadily.

Ford's eyes narrowed slightly as they looked at each other. He said through gritted teeth, "How did I kiss you before? Was it a long time ago that you forget it?"

Julia looked at him and said casually, "You should go to the hospital. I can't cure you."

"You haven't tried yet. Why can't you cure it?" He raised his hand and pinched her chin, expressionlessly saying, "Otherwise, I can teach you."

Julia blinked and asked, "If it really doesn't work, will the Ainsworth send people to kill me?"

That was what she was most worried about. There was no human right for a supporting role, and the author always had a way to make her die if she want.

Julia was afraid that after she worked hard for so long, everything would be in vain.

Ford didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really wanted to see what was going on in her little brain all day long. Sometimes, he would find it hard to understand her.

"Yup." Ford seriously frightened her, "So you should be more serious."

Julia could be unscrupulous towards evil people, but she seemed to have automatically degraded her intelligence in front of the hero, and she even forgot how to think.

Completely forgetting the fact what she just said earlier, that she would play along with his trick.

In addition, she had never been in love before. that so called love she has for him before was a complete joke.

Bessides, she had always been in a one—sided love. She knew that she was not a love expert, so if it wasn't necessary, she really hated to stay with the hero and the heroine. She hoped that she would be invisible in front of them.

It would be good for her to quietly be a money maker.

She looked down and pondered for a moment. Her ears turned red as she said, "Then I'll try it again. If it still doesn't work, I can't be blamed."

Who wouldn't want to play with your tricks, tsk!

Having the chance to kiss the Male lead in the story is such a great luck.

Ford agreed in a low voice, "Well."

His voice sounded a little happy.

His good mood aroused Julia's vigilance. She continued with her pretense and glared at him, "Are you lying to me?"

The man's face was cold and stern. His eyes were like stars that was reflected on the lake as he examined her. He was calm and was not in a panic at all.

It made Julia feel that the happiness on Ford's face she had just seen was an illusion.

"Alright, I'll do it!" she murmured, pouting her lips.

Ford's face looked slightly better.

Julia then realized that she was sitting in Ford's arms. She felt this posture was not elegant, so she protested, "I want to get up."

"Just sit here." Ford ignored her protest. He felt that Julia was so soft and comfortable. He did not want to let her go.

Julia had already made up her mind to kiss his thin lips again. She imitated his previous moves and wanted to open his mouth.

Ford no longer restrained himself. Between their lips and teeth were filled with a sweet smell, causing them to deeply immerse in the kiss.

Julia was so dizzy from their kiss that she was about to collapse into his arms.

Finally, when she was sobbing because she can't breathe properly, Ford let go of her. The sound overflowing from Julia's lips was so sweet and soft that it seemed to be smeared with the honey, making him intoxicated.

Ford knew that if he didn't let go, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He pressed his forehead gently against hers and rubbed it affectionately. Afterwards, he whispered into her ear hoarsely, "What a nice cry."

What the hell!

She was not an idiot. She could sense that the man was playing with her. She pushed him angrily and jumped down from his arms.

And so did she.

"You fucking lied to me, didn't you?"

Julia's face were dyed with a charming expression because of anger, and her skin was soft and rosy like a ripe peach in July.

Ford turned his head to process his emotions. His expression became normal when he turned his head. After years of training, his self—control was already strong. Even so, he was almost ... moved.

He changed his posture and stretched his long legs with a smile in his eyes, "Are you still worried?"

He was not embarrassed at all by saying these words. With his expressionless face, he seemed to discuss with her which stock was the most popular today.

Julia flushed with anger, 'What the hell was she worried about!'

I'm only worried that I couldn't get advantage of you!

This man definitely had eight personalities. She really couldn't understand this crazy man's world.

She began to reflect on the past. She seemed to have been fooled by the role of the hero.

Ford was the successor of a large group, the youngest president, and the famous person on the rich list. Besides, he had never made any mistakes.

Such a perfect person was actually a bit abnormal.

However, when she saved him in the flames, his eyes were filled with extreme hatred.

She no longer wanted to investigate the reason why he hated her. He was the hero and the core of this world.

He could get close to her, tease her, or throw her away at will. No matter what, the world was serving him.

Every time she faced him, her overflowing admiration had become somewhat dim. What she could do now was to do everything she could to protect the people who were important to her, to guard her heart, and not to let herself become a character that could be discarded at any time.

"Don't you like me?" Ford restrained his smile and stared at Julia as if he had known the answer.

She licked her lips and said firmly, "When did I say that? Whoever said that might not be me. Yes, I said I liked you before. But it was a lie. Are you still unaware of that case?"