Chapter 152: How Can Julian Be So Cute

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: How Can Julian Be So Cute

Sienna Everett’s glistening eyes widened in shock as she looked down at Julian Forrester beneath her. "I’ve already tied you up, and you’re still this brazen?"

He didn’t look like a captive at all. His posture was relaxed and comfortable, and he seemed to be anticipating her next move. "You’ve tied me up, and you’re sitting on top of me. So, what’s next?"

Sienna Everett gritted her teeth in frustration. She decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and deliberately started to tickle him.

She just wanted to see his calm facade shatter and hear him beg for mercy!

But when Sienna Everett tickled him, Julian Forrester was only stunned for a moment before showing no further reaction. He didn’t even try to pull away.

Sienna Everett’s fair cheeks puffed out in annoyance.

’Just as I thought. He wasn’t ticklish as a kid, and he isn’t now.’

At that moment, the man lay beneath her with his clothes in disarray, his hands tied above his head. The corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint red, giving him the appearance of someone who had been ravaged and taken advantage of, completely at her mercy.

And yet, a lazy, teasing look spread across the man’s handsome, clear eyes. "Keep going. Don’t stop."

Sienna Everett: "..."

Hah!

Sienna Everett steeled herself, grabbed the birthday gift box Keith Sterling had given her, and began rummaging through its messy contents.

’Pink handcuffs are useless; Julian’s already tied up.’

’The little leather whip is also useless. I’m not a sadist.’

After turning everything upside down, she still couldn’t find any useful props.

Losing interest, Sienna Everett put the gift box down. Suddenly, her eyes landed on an adorable, soft pink bunny ear headband.

Sienna Everett’s eyes lit up, a sly glint flashing within them. She snatched the bunny ear headband and, before Julian Forrester could react, placed it on his head!

Julian Forrester: "?"

Sienna Everett immediately grabbed her phone to take a picture.

SNAP! She captured this rare sight of him.

After taking the picture, she beamed and sighed. "Wow, you look so cute in bunny ears, Julian~"

Julian Forrester’s eyes narrowed slightly. He gave her a deep, dangerous look as he twisted his wrists and nonchalantly began to untie the ropes.

Sienna Everett admired the photo on her phone, nodding in satisfaction. "This is so cute. Maybe I should get it printed..."

Just as she mentioned the word "printed," she noticed the man had already untied the ropes binding his hands.

A jolt went through Sienna Everett, and she immediately tried to roll over and flee.

Before she could get away, Julian Forrester wrapped one hand around her waist, pressed the other against her back, and suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Sienna Everett fell on top of him.

Then she saw an ambiguous smile play on the man’s lips—dangerous and intimate. "I have something even cuter. Want to see?"

Sienna Everett’s intuition screamed that something was off. It didn’t sound right at all. She immediately shook her head. "No!"

He coaxed in a low, tempting voice, "Are you sure you don’t want to see?"

’Truthfully, I do want to see. I’m incredibly curious about what he’s referring to.’ ℯℯ𝑙.

’But I have a feeling it’s nothing decent.’

She was still lying on top of the man, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Sienna Everett’s heart tightened slightly. "I don’t want to see."

The man’s long, fair fingers pressed against her back, tracing her spine inch by inch. The warmth of his touch seeped through the thin fabric of her pajamas, silently weaving an intimate tension into the air.

A tingling sensation shot through Sienna Everett’s entire body, and her long, thick lashes trembled. "Let me up first."

His tone was lazy. "Call me ’hubby’ and I’ll think about it."

Sienna Everett: "..."

Just as Sienna Everett was about to speak, her phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed an unknown number.

’Who could be calling this late at night?’

Sienna Everett tried to get out of Julian Forrester’s arms, but the man wouldn’t let her go.

Too lazy to struggle, Sienna Everett simply answered the phone while still lying on top of him.

But after the call connected, there was only silence from the other end.

Thinking it was a bad connection, Sienna Everett asked suspiciously, "Hello? Who is this?"

Still, no one spoke.

Sienna Everett glanced at her phone screen. The call was still active. She put the phone back to her ear and asked again, "Hello?"

There was still no sound from the other end, only the faint whisper of someone breathing.

’A prank call?’

Sienna Everett frowned, looking at Julian Forrester in confusion.

The man was twirling a strand of her black hair around his long, fair fingertips. Seeing her look down at him, he reached up, took her phone, and ended the call for her.

"Who was that? A spam call?" Sienna Everett glanced at the number; it was indeed one she didn’t recognize.

Julian Forrester was still toying with her hair, seemingly unable to get enough of it. "Maybe it was Mason Everett," he guessed.

At the mention of that name, Sienna Everett’s gaze turned cold.

’She didn’t know if the call was really from the missing Mason Everett.’

But she couldn’t be bothered to call back and find out, so she tossed her phone aside and put it out of her mind.

...

A charity gala was approaching, and both Sienna Everett and Orion Hawthorne had been invited to attend.

Before the gala began, Stella Shaw led Sienna Everett and Orion Hawthorne to the guest lounge prepared by the organizers.

Sienna Everett and Orion Hawthorne were quite famous now, so the organizers had provided them with a private lounge, with no other artists present.

Sienna Everett saw on the attendance list that Isabelle Sutton had also been invited to the charity gala, but she hadn’t arrived yet.

Sienna Everett sent Isabelle Sutton a text, telling her to come straight to their private lounge once she arrived.

Orion Hawthorne had been so busy lately that he’d barely had a chance to rest. There were faint shadows under his eyes, and dark circles were starting to form.

A rebellious lock of silver hair fell across his forehead, and he was as defiant as ever. "Sienna Everett, I’m thinking of shooting a music video for my new song. I’m reluctantly inviting you to be the female lead. Yes or no?"

Sienna Everett’s lips curved into a smile. "No."

Orion Hawthorne: "...Could you at least not say no so fast!"

Sienna Everett: "I can’t."

Stella Shaw shook her head helplessly. "Orion, aren’t you exhausted enough lately? You still have the energy to bicker with Sienna?"

Orion Hawthorne huffed, shot Sienna Everett a look that was meant to be fierce but wasn’t, and sulked on the sofa without another word.

About ten minutes later, Isabelle Sutton finally rushed in, out of breath.

"What happened?" Sienna Everett asked.

Isabelle Sutton patted her chest, still shaken. "I had a little trouble on the way here. I almost got into a car accident, but luckily the other driver didn’t make a fuss or ask for any compensation."

"As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters," Sienna Everett said comfortingly.

Recalling the person she’d nearly hit, Isabelle Sutton smiled dreamily. "Sienna, you have no idea, he was so handsome! He had strong features, was wearing a black jacket, and was just incredibly good-looking!"

Sienna Everett couldn’t help but chuckle. "And you had the presence of mind to be thinking about that?"

Little hearts seemed to pop up in Isabelle Sutton’s eyes. "I’m not just being boy-crazy! The main thing is, he gave me his contact information and told me to call him if I find any damage to my car. But really, the accident wasn’t even his fault."

Sienna Everett raised an eyebrow knowingly. ’Looks like the man is a pretty decent guy after all.’

’Otherwise, why would he take responsibility and even leave his contact information?’

Isabelle Sutton suddenly clapped her hands in excitement. "Oh, right! That man is a race car driver, too!"

Hearing this, Stella Shaw’s sixth sense began to tingle. ’Strong features, a black jacket, a race car driver... Why do all those traits sound so much like Sienna Everett’s fourth brother, Lucas Everett?’