His Belated Love for the Abandoned Ex-Wife Chapter 131: Flustered Hearts

Iris realized she forgot her underwear right as Julian pushed her to the bathroom door.

She pushed his hand off her, ran back to the closet, and grabbed a pair.

She glanced at it—lace trim, super sexy.

Oh my god.

Her cheeks turned pink. She crumpled it up in her hand, hurried past Julian, and darted into the bathroom.

Julian was a little confused.

Iris spent half an hour in the bathroom.

Every now and then, there were small sounds from outside the room while she was in there.

When she finished washing up and dried her long hair, she stepped out and froze at the masculine figure in front of her.

Julian was shirtless, wearing only black dress pants. He was doing push-ups on the floor, sweating buckets.

His arms and back had thick, firm muscles, with perfect lines. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His strong body was a hundred times hotter than those sexy male models in the short videos.

Zoe loved watching short videos of guys working out. She'd even show Iris the really tempting ones sometimes.

Iris would just watch, totally calm, no reaction at all.

Zoe called her a bookworm. She said Iris's head was full of books and she had no clue how to appreciate nice things.

Iris thought she was too plain too.

But seeing Julian now, she finally got why Zoe would get so excited she wanted to scream when she watched those videos.

The whole room smelled like male hormones. Even the air felt hot and thick.

Sweat soaked Julian's short hair. His muscles flexed and relaxed with each push-up, oozing strength.

His breathing was heavy, steady and loud.

Iris swallowed hard, bit her lip, and didn't know what to do.

Her heart was racing. She felt hot all over, and even her ears were burning.

She wasn't sure if it was Beatrice's tonic soup that was too strong, or if Julian was just that tempting.

It was the first time she'd ever felt so flustered, so worked up.

Julian kept going until his muscles tightened, almost numb from exhaustion. He panted, slowly stopped, and pulled his legs in to stand up.

The second he stood, he saw Iris standing still right in front of him.

He froze.

His eyes slowly moved up and down her body.

Her long, soft hair fell over her shoulders. Her blushing face was gorgeous. Her clear, bright eyes were shiny and shy.

The white dress shirt was loose and long on her, but it couldn't hide her nice figure.

Under the shirt, her long and straight legs peeked out.

Julian felt a heat rush to his head, and his nose started to tingle.

Iris panicked. She ran to the table, grabbed the tissue box, and rushed over. She pulled out a few tissues and pressed them to his nose.

"Julian, your nose is bleeding."

Julian finally snapped out of it. He touched the tissues in her hand, and then slowly pulled them away to take a look.

The tissues were covered in bright red blood.

He smiled, helpless.

Iris pulled out more tissues and pressed them to his nose, flustered and worried. "Grandma's soup was too rich. You shouldn't have drunk it."

Julian put his hand down. His burning eyes looked down at her.

"Tilt your head back," Iris said.

Julian did what she told him, tilting his head back.

Iris stood on her tiptoes, but she still couldn't see how bad the bleeding was. "You're too tall. Sit on the bed."

Julian let her pull him back, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Iris stood in front of him, threw the bloody tissues in the trash, and then pulled out more to press to his nose. She watched closely. "I think it stopped."

Julian stared at her silently, his warm eyes soft and tender.

Iris's cheeks got even hotter under his gaze. She shyly looked away, but her eyes landed on his Adam's apple—so sexy, moving up and down every few seconds.

She took a soft breath.

This was killing her.

They were both adults. He was half-naked, and they had a legal marriage certificate.

That big bowl of tonic soup had made their already hot bodies even more fired up.

Only their self-control kept them from giving in to desire on the spot.

Iris carefully wiped his nose clean, held his head up, and watched for a minute. She sighed in relief when she was sure the bleeding had stopped.

"All good now."

Iris tried to walk away.

Julian suddenly reached out, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her thighs, pulling her toward him.

She was forced to spread her legs and sit on his lap.

The position was so intimate.

Iris jumped, her body tensing up. She held the tissues in her hands, pressing them nervously against his chest.

His firm chest was covered in sweat. His eyes, clouded with desire, were shiny red—hot and inviting. His Adam's apple moved, his voice so hoarse it was almost a murmur. "Iris, your face is so pink."

Iris was shy and flustered. She pushed against his chest, trying to squirm off his lap.

But the more she struggled, the tighter his arm around her waist got. Somehow, she ended up moving closer to his waist instead of away.

That uncomfortable, sharp feeling came back.

She stopped moving, not even daring to breathe. Her body went stiff, and she looked at him shyly.

"Julian, let go." Her voice was soft and weak.

He was desperate, almost crazy. He whispered hoarsely, "You want it too, don't you?"