Too Late to Ask Too Late to Love (Julian and Eleanor) novel Chapter 20

Eleanor chuckled, and Jason’s hand was already unfastening the first button of her nightgown.

The man was restraining his surging desire. He always wanted to give Eleanor the utmost tenderness, not wanting to be too rough and scare her.

But with just a slight glance to the side, a pair of snow–white hands suddenly pressed against him.

Like lustrous chalcedony, her soft, boneless hands gently and seductively held his, taking the initiative to unbutton his pajamas instead.

Gazing into those shimmering eyes, Jason’s pupils suddenly constricted. He almost lost control.

He almost surrendered completely.

The man’s dark eyes stared intently at Eleanor, like snow about to be melted by a blazing fire.

He kissed Eleanor slowly, almost reverently.

His lean, strong hands started to wander downwards.

Lifting the hem of her clothes, revealing her snow–white waist.

Further down…

This time, Jason’s lips were no longer just a light touch.

It was nearly evening when Eleanor left the hotel.

She glared resentfully at Jason, who was driving.

The two days she had set aside to adjust to the time difference were completely ruined by him.

Her well–laid plans were all for nothing!

A smile played on Jason’s lips as he, utterly satisfied, drove with one hand and held Eleanor’s with the other, kissing it again and again.

He drove the car to the most famous French restaurant in New York.

But he didn’t expect that just as they got out of the car, they would come face to face with the one person he least wanted to see.

“Eleanor.”

Julian’s voice was extremely hoarse, as if he’d been out in the wind all night and was about to catch a cold.

Eleanor froze for a moment, then took Jason two steps forward, her tone polite yet distant.

“Julian.”

Back then, the way she said his name sounded so gentle and affectionate.

Now, it just sounded harsh.

Julian stared at the purple marks on Eleanor’s neck, a cold glint passing through his eyes.

The man’s gaze was like a falcon’s, sweeping over the large and small red marks hidden beneath her collarbone. He slowly closed his eyes, calming the fire raging in his heart, telling himself he had to stay calm.

When he opened them again, his eyes were clear.

He nodded slightly, looking at the man beside Eleanor.

“Hello, you must be Julian. I’ve heard Eleanor mention you often. I’m her fiancé, Jason. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

To be precise, this wasn’t the first time they had met.

The encounter yesterday, one inside the hotel room and one outside, was enough for both men to smell the gunpowder in the air.

So Julian took the initiative to invite them, making for a very strange and tense meal.

Eleanor looked at the mountain of steak piled onto her plate by the two men and kicked Jason

under the table.

She shot him a sharp glare: Still messing around!

Jason pretended not to see it.

How could he back down in a fight with a love rival?

Jason speared another piece of meat and brought it directly to Eleanor’s mouth, cooing as if to a child, “Ah~”

Julian struggled to suppress his rising anger, pushing the cherry tomato salad toward Eleanor with restraint. “Eating too much meat at night is hard to digest. Have some salad to cut the grease.”

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