CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: TEMPTING HIM AGAIN AND AGAIN

Sharon Lancaster’s message came back quickly.

"Lingerie, huh? There are seven sets, one for each day, enough for you to enjoy slowly. What? Don’t like the styles? I’ll send you a few more sets then."

Nina Sinclair felt like spitting blood; she could almost imagine Sharon’s suggestive smile.

"No need, thanks!"

"Why not? You’re about to start making babies with your flash marriage husband. Before next month, you should successfully have a golden egg in your belly. By the time the scumbag’s engagement party comes around, you’ll be linking arms with your precious hubby with one hand while stroking the sweet baby with the other, dazzling those two bastards into oblivion!"

"..." Nina Sinclair’s mouth twitched.

She realized that she and Sharon were not on the same wavelength at all.

When Sharon was in university, she particularly loved reading romance novels.

Although Sharon only dated once and nothing substantial happened with her boyfriend, her ambition was exceptionally wild, making her seem like a seasoned love expert.

Besides, she and this fake Julian Lancaster were only temporarily married.

Maybe after Vincent Lancaster and Sierra Sinclair’s engagement, and once they showed them up, they’d part ways. No way anything would really happen, much less making babies.

Nina was busy texting Sharon and didn’t notice the man ahead had stopped.

She bumped directly into his solid chest.

A pleasant, refreshing scent lingered at her nose. The man was tall, almost as if he was embracing her. Nina felt her blood rush to her face, almost igniting her whole being.

"Ouch..." Nina rubbed her sore forehead.

She quickly took two steps back, "Sorry."

Julian Lancaster’s brows furrowed so tightly they could kill a mosquito. He didn’t expect this woman to repeatedly try to seduce him.

Such a cheap trick, didn’t she realize he already saw through her?

Julian asked coldly, "Which way?"

Nina, feeling a bit awkward, pointed ahead, "This way."

The two headed towards the apartment without speaking again, and Nina dared not play with her phone anymore.

Finally, they arrived at the apartment.

There was an elevator, no need to bother Julian with lugging the suitcase around anymore, nor did she fear a repeat of the earlier awkwardness.

Actually, along the way, Julian’s help came without a word of complaint.

It was as if gentlemanly conduct was ingrained in his bones, unlike Vincent Lancaster, who always carried himself like a wealthy young master and never helped with such things.

Nina’s impression of Julian improved.

She opened the apartment door, and the layout unfolded before her eyes.

A compact one-bedroom, one-living room unit with simple furniture like a bed and sofa, looking bright and clean.

Earlier, Nina thought the place was quite spacious, but once Julian’s tall frame entered, it instantly felt oppressive.

Though the apartment was furnished, things like bedding needed replacing.

Nina placed her suitcase to the side and glanced at Julian.

She thought Sharon had given him her address and he’d come to live with her.

After some hesitation, she asked, "When do you plan on moving in?"

Finally said it?

Julian’s gaze fixed on Nina’s belly as if piercing her with X-ray vision.

"Move in?"

Nina couldn’t fathom his thoughts; she only felt that his gaze was especially sharp.

She nodded and said, "Yeah, I don’t live with the Lancaster Family. You came to find me; aren’t you going to move in with me?"

Asking when he planned to move was a way to prepare mentally.

After some thought, Nina continued, "I’m free tomorrow and the day after, but later I’ll be painting at Zenith Group and won’t have time to help you move."

She looked up at him, "How about tomorrow, okay?"