My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 18

My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 18

Julian spent a whole month putting together a detailed travel itinerary.

He turned down every single gig. His team went into absolute damage control, and his agent called him dozens of times, but Julian didn’t answer once.

“You should go to work,” I urged him. “We can do this when you’re free.”

“I’ve been working non-stop for five years,” he said, not looking up as he packed heavy winter coats into the suitcase. “Right now, spending time with my wife is the only thing that matters.”

Our first stop was a snow-capped mountain.

For the final stretch of the trail, Julian carried me on his back.

Our presence drew whispers from the tourists around us.

“Look at her boyfriend!” a girl huffed, playfully nudging her partner.

The guy scratched his head sheepishly. “Want me to carry you too?”

She rolled her eyes. “Forget it. With your build, you’d collapse after two steps.”

Then, she gasped and slapped his arm again.

“Wait! That guy looks incredibly familiar!”

Someone nearby chimed in.

“He looks like a celebrity…”

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“Oh my god, that’s Julian!”

Immediately, cameras started pointing in our direction.

I rested my chin on Julian’s shoulder, wiping the sweat from his temple.

“Look at you, big star. Still as popular as ever.”

Julian hitched me up a bit higher, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Hey, Author. Think you’ll write this scene into your next book?”

Step by step, Julian carried me all the way to the summit.

We had climbed through the dead of night just to catch the sunrise.

The moment the first ray of sun broke through the clouds, a warm pressure settled on my lips.

*Click.*

Julian and I turned our heads in unison.

It was the girl from earlier.

She scratched her head apologetically. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. The moment was just too beautiful…”

I smiled softly. “It’s fine. Can we see the picture?”

“Of course!” The girl beamed, handing over her camera.

It was a candid shot framed by the golden morning light.

Julian’s head was tilted down, his lips brushing mine, his expression

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intensely devoted and tender.

My eyes were closed, a few stray snowflakes catching on my eyelashes.

A smile tugged at my lips.

“If you like it, I can get it framed for you,” the girl offered.

“But my gear is back down at the lodge.”