CHAPTER 636: CHAPTER 636: A 250 TIP

Winnie Winslow was taken aback. Is he crazy? What kind of nonsense about bigamy!

Too lazy to bicker with him, Winnie slid out from under his arm and was about to leave quickly.

However, Julian Hawthorne was determined not to let her escape this time. He accurately grasped her waist and carried her horizontally in his arms.

"What are you doing!"

Winnie used both her hands and feet to kick him, filthy scumbag, don’t touch her!

Julian heard her cursing him and, instead of getting angry, he smiled more roguishly: "Honey, it’s been two years, and you’ve gotten more temperamental."

"You idiot, if you dare to touch me again, I’ll kill you."

Winnie was tossed into the car by the man and angrily took off her silver high-heeled shoe, flinging it toward his face.

Julian casually caught it and took the opportunity to hold the woman’s small ankle, leaning down flirtatiously to kiss her clean, graceful instep, bending over her: "Honey, it’s been two years, we ought to reacquaint ourselves with each other’s bodies."

His lips were warm and soft on Winnie’s instep, causing a strange sensation as chills crept up her spine.

In her daze, Julian had already kissed her, skillfully prying open her pink lips; Winnie couldn’t help but moan from her mouth.

Julian had a triumphant smile on his face.

"Seems like your body missed me over these two years too."

He spoke in a low voice, filled with an air of inevitability.

Winnie’s face flushed with anger, infuriated by her body’s reaction. She bit her lip, determined not to let him advance any further.

Seeing this, Julian wasn’t in a hurry.

Unable to advance with lips and teeth, there are always other ways to proceed.

In the corner of the parking lot.

The black Cayenne began trembling at some point.

Afterwards.

Winnie lay on the leather seat, staring expressionlessly at the car ceiling.

Julian Hawthorne, that scumbag! She should have crippled him before he left!

In contrast to her exhaustion, Julian was in high spirits. He sighed contentedly, getting up to leisurely start dressing.

After two years, his physique had even improved.

His muscles were clearly defined, and his skin was a healthy tan, quite enticing.

Winnie was infuriated by her body’s betrayal, turning her face away, not wanting to look at him again.

Yet Julian grabbed her hand, forcing her to turn her head to look at him.

"Why pretend now? Wasn’t your moaning loud and clear just now?"

Winnie glared at him and retorted: "That’s because your technique sucked and you hurt me!"

What?

Complain about his technique?

Julian’s eyes narrowed; after a moment of silence, he laughed.

Indeed, it’s been two years since he touched a woman, so it’s understandable if his technique declined.

He spoke up: "Yeah, guess you’ll have to train me more often."

As soon as he said this, Winnie was taken aback.

What did he mean by that?

He wants another round?

Keep dreaming!

Too lazy to engage with him, Winnie forced herself to endure her aching body and tried to get dressed, only to find her clothes had been torn to shreds by that scumbag Julian, completely unwearable.

The anger that had just subsided threatened to surge back, and Winnie angrily pulled two hundred-yuan notes and one fifty-yuan note from her bag, slapping them onto Julian’s face.

"Here’s your tip! Take it and get the hell out of the car!"

A tip of 250 yuan.

Who is she insulting?

Julian pushed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, smirking with anger, "It seems Miss Winslow was very unsatisfied with my performance earlier. I don’t mind doing it again."

As he spoke, he once again tightened his grip around her slender waist.