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Making 227
Making 227
The morning sun streamed in through the barely covered floor–to–ceiling windows.
The blinding light caused Gilmore, who was lying on the couch to squint and slowly open his eyes.
Dawn?
He sat up, rubbing his groggy eyes, then turned his gaze to the bed.
Juline was still deep in slumber.
Lying on her side with a thin sheet draped over her, her exquisite silhouette was perfectly outlined for him to see.
Her long hair cascaded onto the pillow, and even in sleep, her closed eyes with those fluttering lashes resembled delicate butterfly wings
Her breathtaking beauty, even in repose, was mesmerizing, like that of a fairy tale princess.
Gilmore approached and sat on the bed’s edge, softly calling out, Juline, wake up…
Juline’s lashes quivered, resembling those of a butterfly’s beautiful wings.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking at Gilmore and asked weakly, “Is it morning already?”
Gilmore nodded.
But Juline, with a hint of laziness in her voice, murmured, “I’m still so sleepy. I want to rest a bit longer.”
“I have a way to make you feel instantly refreshed. Want me to help?” Gilmore proposed, gazing at her.
Juline closed her eyes, “I don’t believe you…”
At Blade Gate, she was known for her love of sleeping in. No matter how much her fellow sisters tried to rouse her, nothing could snap her out of her sleepy state.
Sleep was the only solution.
Therefore, she didn’t believe that Gilmore has some magical method to make her feel refreshed in an instant.
She decided to continue her slumber.
Just as Juline was about to slip back into slumber, she felt a soft and warm sensation press against her cheek.
This…seems to be a pair of lips?
She jolted awake, her eyes snapping open, her senses instantly alert.
When she opened her eyes, Gilmore’s face was right above hers
She pushed him away immediately, her voice laced with warning “What do you think you’re doing?”
Gilmore feigned innocence, “Didn’t I promise to make you instantly refreshed?”
“Why did you kiss me?” Juline fumed
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She couldn’t believe her first kiss was taken by Gilmore while she was half–asleep.
Gilmore explained. “Because a kiss from me will wake you right up. Don’t you feel more alert now?”
Juline had the urge to bash her head against the wall. Staring at Gilmore, she shot back, “So this is your method of refreshing
Nodding earnestly, Gilmore said, “Yes, it’s to make you feel alert
“Gilmore, you rascal! Last night, we agreed: I’d sleep on the bed, and you’d take the couch. No funny business. And now you sneak a kiss! L… I can’t stand your Juline exclaimed, her voice tinged with hurt and frustration.
She turned her face away, visibly upset.
Gilmore countered, Juline, as you said, that was LAST night’s agreement. Now that it’s a new day, the deal from last night doesn’t count.
“Moreover, do you remember what you promised me when we fell down the abyss last night?
“You promised to marry me. If you’ve agreed to be my wife, then kissing you is only natural.”
Juline retorted sharply. “Didn’t you just say last night’s agreements are void? So, what I promised you last night doesn’t count today.
“I’m not your wife! If you dare steal another kiss, I’ll cut off those sneaky lips of yours!”
However, before her words even trailed off, there was another soft “mwah.”
Juline’s delicate cheek was once again pecked by Gilmore’s lips.
She was momentarily petrified.
The next moment, she snapped out of her daze and, like an enraged kitten, lunged at Gilmore, determined to give him a piece of her mind.
However, Gilmore, anticipating her reaction, quickly dodged her advances.
Recalling how she’d been kissed twice in quick succession by Gilmore, Juline wasn’t about to let it slide.
Tossing aside any shred of ladylike demeanor, she hopped off the bed and, in her slippers, chased Gilmore around the
room.
But how could Juline possibly catch up to Gilmore?
No matter how fast Juline tried to close the gap, Gilmore always kept just out of her reach.
Even when she tried to use her internal mana, she couldn’t catch him.
In no time, she was both exhausted and frustrated
She knew Gilmore was doing this on purpose, taking advantage of his superior Windwalk.
Eventually, out of breath and unable to continue the chase, Juline stopped and pointed at the still– smiling Gilmore, Gilmore… you’re lucky you’re fast! If not…”
She trailed off, not really sure what she would have done,
She couldn’t catch him words seemed useless now.
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She admitted defeat.
However, just then, Gilmore approached Juline.
Seizing the opportunity, she quickly grabbed his arm and gave it a firm twist.
“How dare you bully me with your Windwalk!”
Juline twisted Gilmore’s arm, expecting him to cry out in pain.
However, there wasn’t a peep from Gilmore,
She looked up at him, puzzled, only to see him smiling down at her, showing no sign of pain.
Just then, Gilmore extended his other arm, holding several tissues. “Your forehead is all sweaty,” he said. “Wipe it off”
Only then did Juline realize that Gilmore hadn’t pulled away from her grasp because he wanted to offer her a tissue to wipe away her sweat.
A warm feeling swelled in her heart; she hadn’t expected Gilmore to show such a caring side, This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Her grip on his arm naturally loosened.
“Why do I need to do it for you? Such a lazy girl, Gilmore teased, although his actions said otherwise as he tenderly wiped the sweat from her brow
Juline’s gaze softened, her previous anger at chasing Gilmore all around the room forgotten…
At that moment, her face flushed, looking like a young girl being pampered by her beloved.
After wiping her sweat, Gilmore whispered in her ear, “Next time you twist my arm, go a bit gentler.”
Juline looked at the sp
spot on Gilmore’s arm where she had twisted it and noticed a red mark.
“Does it hurt, Gilmore?” she asked with genuine concern.
Seeing the guilt and concern in Juline’s eyes, Gilmore realized just how much she cared for him.
“It seems my life will now include the doting attention of the heiress of Blade Gate, Gilmore thought.
Surrounded by so many beauties, he wondered if this was a blessing or a curse.
Suddenly, the sound of cars caught their attention.
Drawn to the noise, Gilmore and Juline approached the window, pulling the curtain aside slightly.
They saw a convoy of about twenty or thirty cars driving towards the grandest villa in the Wyatt family’s mansion.
“Those are Blade Gate’s cars. Why are so many of them arriving at the Wyatt family’s mansion?” Juline pondered, her brow furrowing.
“You forget,” Gilmore replied, “I killed Karl and jumped off the cliff with you. Could Blade Gate not make a grand entrance into Vista Verde?”