Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 278

Julie stared at the first-aid kit in front of her, her eyebrows knit together in a deep frown. Inside the cabin, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man was pointing a gun at the captain.

The communication equipment was shot to pieces by the blond-haired, blue-eyed man. Lying next to Julie was an incredibly handsome man. His dark brows and short distance between his eyes made his large eyes look deeper. His pupils were a grayish blue, his nose was high, and his facial features were extraordinarily handsome.

All Julie knew was that the blond-haired, blue-eyed man was named Kleist, and that the man lying on the floor was referred to as Young Master’ by Kleist.

She never thought that a simple vacation would lead to her being held at gunpoint on this yacht.

Rewinding to two hours ago.

After waking from a dream, she found that Kieran was not in the villa. With her thoughts in disarray, she went out to find him.

The villa was located by the sea, nestled in dense green vegetation. Behind the villa was a huge swimming pool, and beyond that were loungers and a sandy beach.

Seeing no sign of Kieran on the beach, Julie decided to check the garden at the front of the villa. But she saw a flock of birds suddenly taking flight from the dense forest in the distance.

She cautiously approached the forest, calling out Kieran’s name but did not dare to enter the woods.

However, as soon as she called out, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man and another injured man emerged from the forest.

The blond man held a gun and aimed it at Julie’s head. Her scream got stuck in her throat. The sound of footsteps behind them made the man quickly turn around and aim his gun at the forest. Julie tried to run, but the injured man unintentionally lunged in her direction.

To avoid being crashed into, Julie quickly stretched out her hands to support the man. But standing at around 5 feet, she was no match for the man who was at least 6 feet tall,

Thanks to her recent strength training with Bolt, Julie was able to hold the man up.

Julie didn’t know who these two were, but as she was about to push the injured man away, Kleist turned back around and pointed his gun at her again.

He then said something to her in broken English, “Get on the butt!”

“Uh?” Julie was confused as she stared at Kleist, dumbfounded.

The man leaning on Julie’s shoulder, suppressing his pain, spoke to Julie in perfect English, “The boat.”

Kleist quickly helped the injured man and put his arm around his own shoulder. He then pointed the gun at Julie, signaling her to walk towards the yacht connected by the dock.

With a gun pointed at her head and the man’s wounds looking real, Julie knew that Kleist would actually shoot her. So for the sake of her life, she had no choice but to board the yacht. It was still early, and there were no passengers on the yacht, only the captain in the cockpit. Kleist naturally took the captain hostage and shot the captain’s communication device. He then fired two shots at the yacht next to them before forcing the captain to set sail. Later during the journey, Julie learned that the blond- haired, blue-eyed man was called Kleist, and the handsome weak man lying next to her was referred to as ‘Young Master’.

Since she was already taken hostage and couldn’t jump into the sea, Julie had to look for other ways to escape. All her communication devices were confiscated when she boarded, and Julie now guessed that she needed wings to escape.

Kleist asked Julie, “Can you bandage?”

Although his English wasn’t perfect, Julie understood what he meant. She had only had a nightmare and was worried about Kieran, so she went out to look for him. How did she end up being held hostage on a boat with a gun pointed at her?

While Julie was still pondering over this, Kleist suddenly spoke a few words to the Young Master.

The gist of it was that if Julie was no longer useful, then…

Looking at Kleist’s cold eyes, Julie didn’t wait for him to finish speaking. She quickly raised her hand and nodded, “Yes, yes, I can bandage!”

She said as she quickly opened the first-aid kit that the captain had handed to her, and then innocently looked up at the injured Young Master.

He was wearing a snow-white shirt, which was now completely stained red, looking very daunting. The man’s face was somewhat pale, looking weak.

But he naturally exuded an air of nobility and arrogance. This was evident from the way Kleist took off his shirt and used it as a cushion for him to sit on. This man was either rich of noble. For the sake of her life, Julie claimed she could bandage. She knew how to bandage, but only basic first-aid learned from watching others.

“Um… Young Master’, you…”

“Yes.” He lowered his head, looking at Julie sitting on the floor, and said, “Call me Rowan.”

If it were an ordinary woman, she would probably be trembling in fear by now. But the woman in front of him, although frightened, could still maintain calm.

Of course, this was because Julie had already experienced a terrifying kidnapping. It probably wasn’t her first time having a gun pointed at her, so she wasn’t as flustered as one might imagine.

Since the man didn’t mention his surname, Julie had no choice but to go along and say, “Rowan?”

The

gun was pressed tightly against her temple.

Julie froze for a moment, then turned around and said in fluent English to Kleist, “I can’t swim, and I have no way to escape. If you don’t intend to shoot me, stop pointing the gun at me. Now I need to bandage your master’s wound.”

“He’ll shoot.” Rowan’s voice was cold from behind.

Julie was careful and gave Rowan a smile that was uglier than crying, “Will he shoot me because I can’t remove the bullet?”

She looked at his wound and asked carefully.

The man’s handsome fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one in front of Julie, said, “It’s a knife wound.”

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Julie closed her eyes, replying, “I can’t stitch.”

Clad in a white nightdress and a black coat, Julie was barefoot in her fluffy white slippers, clearly having rushed out in a hurry. Her slippers were now full of sand from the beach.

She squinted her eyes, as if not wanting to see him undressing. He watched her quietly, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, its beautiful color soft under the winter sun.

Her skin was tender, and she didn’t look very old, but she wasn’t a naive young girl either. She was now kneeling on the ground, very casually. Standing next to her just now, although she was shorter than him, her overlapped legs were fair, slender, and well-proportioned.

She had a good figure, and there was a tempting charm about her. Casual, yet beautiful.

“Open your eyes, I’ll spare your life,” the man’s deep voice sounded, as soothing as an unnameable musical instrument.

Jule had seen Kleist’s shooting skills, essentially flawless. The gun pointed at her temple, pressing a bit tighter.

In a life-threatening situation, Julie opened her eyes quickly.

What came into view was the man’s muscular upper body. The skin characteristic of Caucasians, but not too muscular, perhaps due to mixed heritage, his skin even seemed delicate.

A well-exercised physique, without an ounce of excess fat. He exuded an irresistible hormonal scent, yet Julie only glanced sideways, seemingly unwilling to meet his gaze directly.

He reached out, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him.

The force was not small, unlike the gentle care of Kieran she was used to. Julie felt as if her jawbone was about to be crushed by this man.

“I have a son to raise, elderly parents to take care of, would you show mercy and let me go?” she asked, her eyes hopeful despite the pain in her jaw.

The woman’s skin was even softer than he had imagined.

He released her chin, “Are you married?”

“Yes. My husband is in that beach villa we just passed. If you let the captain turn the ship around, I can arrange for the best medical team to treat you, I swear.” She raised her hands solemnly, as if taking an oath.

The man, however, just handed her a roll of gauze, “If you don’t want to die here, help me change the dressing.”

In order to save her own life, Julie had no choice but to bow her head.

The man was injured right at the iliac crest.

In the end, she still couldn’t do it, turning to Kleist with a pleading look, “How about you help your young master with his wound, and I hold your gun?” NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

‘Bang!’

Julie’s words were immediately followed by a gunshot. Kleist, while looking at her, had fired off a warning shot into the sky.

Startled, Julie quickly reached around the man’s back to unwrap the gauze. She didn’t want to die here, and she believed that Kieran would come to rescue her.

The reason why Kleist couldn’t put down his gun to help with the dressing was twofold: firstly, he needed to keep the captain and Julie under control; secondly, he had to be on guard for any approaching enemies, thus the need for heightened vigilance.

Julie wanted to use the gauze to strangle the young master and take him hostage, but she knew that even if he was injured, she might not be able to overpower him, so she obediently helped him treat his wound.

After she had removed all the gauze, she saw that his wound was actually stitched up, but probably due to intense movement, some of it had reopened, causing a lot of bleeding. Julie used a cotton swab to clean the blood around his wound, but before she could apply ointment, Kleist suddenly turned his head…