His Belated Love for the Abandoned Ex-Wife Chapter 115: Blurry Morning

Iris sat on the bed and shook Julian's arm gently. "Julian. Julian..."

He didn't move a muscle. His breathing was soft and steady.

Iris figured he was too drunk. He'd probably sleep until noon the next day.

She lay down slowly on her side, pulled the thin blanket over herself, and looked at Julian next to her. Her heart was all jumbled up, full of mixed feelings.

He looked really good when he slept. His features were deep and sharp, with clean angles.

Iris couldn't help but reach out and touch his eyebrows. Her fingertips traced his thick, nice eyebrows, then brushed the tiny mole under his eye.

The mole would easily slip unnoticed without a close look.

It was light, small, and really charming.

It added a little charm to his already beautiful eyes.

Folks say those with moles beneath their eyes cry easily.

She never believed that before. Not until she brought up the divorce and saw Julian cry. That's when she realized this man, who seemed so tough, had a soft, gentle heart.

But why did he cry?

Did he not want to let her go? Or did he not want their marriage to end?

There was no real proof for either question.

Right after they got married, he avoided her and drank every single night.

Now that they were getting a divorce, he was drinking again.

It was so hard to figure out.

Iris turned off the light, closed her eyes, and carefully inched closer to Julian.

She was just inches from him. She gently touched his hard, warm hand and pressed her cheek against his shoulder.

His body was so warm. It had a light, nice smell, mixed with a little alcohol. It smelled really good.

She didn't know if all clean guys smelled like this, but Julian always did.

She loved Julian's smell.

It was a physical thing. She thought she'd never forget Julian's one-of-a-kind scent, no matter what.

Iris's heart was a mess, a little sour.

Lying next to him, she felt empty. She wanted to curl up in his arms, wanted him to hold her tight.

This physical pull was harder to break than a drug habit.

But she had to leave tomorrow morning.

She'd wasted two years on this relationship and worn herself out for two years. Cutting her losses now was the only way to keep from falling deeper.

Frederick's tricks to push her into a divorce were just the last straw.

In the end, she'd completely given up hope on this marriage.

The AC was set to 80 degrees Fahrenheit. It was comfortable for Iris, and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

But that temperature was too hot for Julian. He was young and full of energy, especially after drinking.

Iris was half-asleep when Julian next to her suddenly sat up.

It scared her wide awake.

The sky outside was grayish white. Dawn was just breaking, with thick fog. The room felt fuzzy.

Julian quickly pulled off his shirt, threw it next to the bed, and fell back down. He kicked off the blanket and rolled over.

His arms and legs were long. They landed on Iris's body.

She tensed up, fully awake now. Her breathing sped up, her heart beating faster and faster.

His thigh was so heavy.

Iris held her breath, slowly pushed his thigh and hand away, and turned her back to him.

His hand wrapped around her waist again.

Julian was half-asleep. Instinctively, he hugged the soft, warm thing in front of him and pulled it into his arms.

It hit her like a ton of bricks.

Iris's whole body went stiff, her heart pounding.

Her blood felt like it was freezing. She didn't dare breathe, her body shaking in his arms.

This was crazy!

It was morning. This was way too scary.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm down. He'd drunk so much last night. He probably wasn't fully awake yet.

Julian was still half-asleep. Holding something soft and fragrant, his nose filled with the scent he'd been wanting, he felt a physical urge. His eyelids were heavy, his mind fuzzy, but his body reacted on its own.

"Julian, get away..."

Julian opened his eyes, shocked. He pulled away and turned around.

He lay down on his stomach, fighting the urge with all his strength. He closed his eyes, exhaled, and mumbled sleepily, "How did I get in your bed?"

Iris pulled the blanket over herself, her voice soft and light. "You were drunk last night. Daniel brought you home. He probably didn't know we sleep in separate rooms, so he put you in my bed."

Julian buried his face in her pillow.

Even after a whole night, it still smelled like Iris. Just as nice as her hair.

Iris's scent made his body even harder to control. He was so uncomfortable it was driving him crazy. He pressed his hips harder into the bed.

He clenched his fists tight, eyes squeezed shut, too afraid to look at her.

He was terrified he'd lose control and force himself on her.

Lying in Iris's bed, able to hold her but stuck with this empty longing—it was pure torture.

Even his breath felt hot with desire.

"What time is it?" Julian's voice was hoarse.

Iris grabbed her phone and checked the screen. "Five forty-five."

Julian slowly sat up. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Iris, bracing his hands against the mattress as he hunched over and lowered his head to calm his racing urges. "Your room is too hot. I'm going back to my room to take a shower and sleep a little more."

Iris wanted him to stay, but she was scared he'd lose control. She didn't dare say a word. She stared at Julian's back—broad shoulders, narrow waist, his strong back muscles outlined perfectly.