He Knew I Was Lying, But He Kissed Me Anyway Chapter 09

He Knew I Was Lying, But He Kissed Me Anyway Chapter 09

After we started dating, I found Julian a bit odd.

He kept asking if I needed rewards.

By now, I’d got the study methods down and could handle things.

When I hit a tough problem, I could look it up online instead of asking him.

Plus, we were in different majors.

He couldn’t help me much.

In an empty classroom, he asked, “How’s your prep for finals? If you get a high GPA, I’ll give you a reward, okay?”

“Exams just need a pass. My major doesn’t require top grades.”

“Oh.”

He made that same disappointed face again.

I looked at him weirdly.

“What’s up with you?”

“I feel like I’ve lost my appeal to you. You don’t even ask me for rewards anymore.”

“What kind of reward?”

Is it something he insists on giving me?

Julian leaned close and guided my hand to his stomach.

So hard.

He’d kept working out.

His muscles were firmer and more defined now.

So this was the reward.

I couldn’t help smiling.

“As your girlfriend, don’t I have access to that whenever I want?”

“Is that so? But you never touch me.”

He sounded so pitiful.

It was his gloomy face that held me back—I never dared to get too bold.

I ran my hand along his abs, loving the feel.

My fingers drifted a little lower.

Suddenly Julian tensed up and grabbed my hand.

I glanced down.

Tsk.

I was about to tease him when he kissed me urgently.

“Julian, your…”

His face burning red, he kissed me again to shut me up.

“Don’t say it.”

[What? Show us! Why are you hiding it?]

[The villainess is getting the good stuff while we’re starving over here.]

[Hehe, the more obedient the obsessive male lead looks, the rougher he’ll be later.]

[Obsessive + virgin = do the math! (wink)]

…

The Danmaku always called Julian obsessive.

I didn’t believe them.

Until after graduation.

The game Julian made sold for a fortune.

He was no longer poor.

He bought me lots of gifts.

Flowers, handcuffs.

Necklaces, trackers.

He was always terrified of losing track of me.

Way too controlling.

When I brought it up, he’d give me those pitiful puppy eyes, all teary.

“I just want to know where you are. I worry about you.”

I could never say no to that.

The Danmaku called him a two-faced green-tea master.

But Julian was so innocent—how would he know those tricks?

They must be reading too much into it.

Julian put the necklace on me himself, kissing me until I went weak in the knees.

He looked so obedient, but he was fierce in bed.

Still, he was super attentive.

At first, he’d keep asking if I liked it.

Later, he’d coax me into believing it was the “last time,” but then he’d keep going.

[Why’s this getting blurred? Author, switch platforms—I’d pay for it.]

[Everyone, stay on this app! I’ll go get the good stuff somewhere else, hehe.]

[This is what we strong women need to see. And speaking of strong…”

Julian never lost his temper with me.

He was always steady.

Until one rainy day.

I came home late from work, past his self-imposed curfew.

And I was wearing some guy’s jacket.

Because my shirt was soaked, and he kindly lent it to me.

Julian didn’t show any displeasure.

He gently made me hot soup, dried my hair, and told me to come home earlier from now on.

But in the bathroom, he gave me a thorough “talking-to” against the wall.

He was rough.

I tried to push him away, but he pressed closer.

“It hurts.”

He kissed my face and made me look at my flushed reflection in the mirror.

“Tell me, who do you belong to?”

“Julian.”

“Good girl. One more reward for you.”

?

After that, that intern got transferred to another company.

By then, Julian had become a hotshot in the industry.

And I’d become a rising star in architecture.

I often got offers from other firms.

I still kept in touch with Iris—she’d escaped her toxic family and was doing research overseas.

Julian proposed, and I said yes.

I thought that would give him more security.

But sometimes, I’d take off my engagement ring and leave it on the sink so it wouldn’t snag my hair in the shower.

And he’d brood over it for ages, wondering if I’d set my eyes on someone else.

The gentler his smile, the darker his vigilance behind my back.

When I caught him at it, he’d wag his tail like a guilty puppy.

Alright, fine.

I admit it.

Julian really is obsessive.

But I like him that way anyway.