My CEO Toy Turned Out to Be the Lost Heir Chapter 06

My CEO Toy Turned Out to Be the Lost Heir Chapter 06

I took Jax out for a massive gourmet meal.

While we were out, I realized Jax had some other uses.

His height and build were similar to Julian’s.

I had him try on several outfits to buy for Julian.

Only, for some reason, I kept feeling like I was being watched.

It made my skin crawl.

When I got home, the living room lights were off.

Suddenly, a ghostly voice spoke:

“You’re back?”

“I’ll go heat up dinner for you.”

The dining table was covered in dishes that hadn’t been touched and had gone

I quickly stopped Julian:

“No need to bother.”

“I’ve already eaten. I’m not hungry.”

Julian stood in the shadows and let out a light laugh:

“Oh-”

“You’re full because you were ‘snacking’ outside, is that it?”

As Julian walked out of the darkness, he casually pulled off his shirt.

His voice held a calm madness:

“Then let’s ‘eat’ something else.”

cold.

When he finally stepped into the light, I saw that he was only wearing a tight compression tank.

His chest muscles were packed tight into it. The tiny bit of fabric looked like it was under immense strain,

but it held.

Below that was a lean waist and well-defined abs.

His physique was indeed captivating.

Normally, I should have enjoyed the view.

But seeing the comments, I wanted to cry:

[After meeting the female lead, shouldn’t Julian stay pure? He shouldn’t be a ‘player’ anymore!]

[Sie, get your eyes off him! Only the female lead gets to look!]

[My inner ascetic is actually getting a bit restless…]

[What has Julian been trained into? That tank has become an inescapable part of his life…]

[The ‘cold shoulder’ really can drive someone crazy. Sie is out here being cozy with her childhood friend and ignoring Julian. Men have a sense of competition too.]

Julian belongs to the female lead.

From this moment on, I have to ensure he stays “clean”!

What if the female lead doesn’t want him otherwise?

“Virtue” is a man’s best dowry!

I said sincerely:

“Isn’t it cold?”

“Put some clothes on.”

Julian seemed shocked to be rejected so bluntly.

His body swayed, and he looked incredibly fragile:

“You trained me to be like this.”

“And now you think I’m ‘cheap’, right?”

I struggled to find the words, saying desperately:

“What? Which sentence gave you that idea?”

“It hasn’t been two minutes yet. Can I ‘unsend’ that?”

Though I didn’t know what I’d done wrong, I wanted to make amends.

Flustered, I stuffed all the gifts I’d bought into his arms:

“It’s getting cold, so I bought you some new clothes.”

“Try them on; they should fit.”

“The cafe at the mall had a new special, so I brought one for you.”

Julian’s bangs fell over his face, hiding his dark, unreadable gaze.

He muttered to himself:

“I get it.”

“You gave these to me because someone else didn’t want them?”

“Ha, but it doesn’t matter. I’m your boyfriend. I’m the one in charge…”

I was confused again.

But Julian had already turned away, leaving me with a lonely, dejected back.

Not long after, I saw a post on his social media.

He posted a picture of the coffee I brought him, specifically highlighting the generic logo.

[I’m tired of being just a “Tall” order in someone’s life. I want to be the “Grande” finale.]

I saw Seraphina’s comment:

[Then how about some “Star”-bucks? ]