His Belated Love for the Abandoned Ex-Wife Chapter 62: A Tempting Drunken Night

"Okay!" After Iris rinsed her mouth one last time, she leaned in close. "See? All clean now?"

She opened her mouth a little.

Her red tongue, white teeth, and soft pink lips—she was right up next to him.

Julian looked down, his Adam's apple bobbing. He hooked a finger under her chin, gently closing her mouth. His voice went hoarse and deep. "All clean. Go to sleep. I gotta clean your bed."

He set Iris down, pulled the covers over her, then took the glass and basin to the bathroom to wash them.

Two minutes later, he came out. Sure enough, Iris had kicked the covers off again.

Julian walked over, pulled the covers back over her, and adjusted the AC to the perfect temp.

He headed to Iris's room, stuffed the vomit-stained covers into a trash bag, and spent half an hour cleaning the room until it was spotless.

He poured a glass of warm water, took it back to his room, and set it on the nightstand.

Drunk people get hot. Iris kicked the covers off once more.

Julian grabbed a clean wet towel from the bathroom, sat down beside the bed, and started wiping her down.

The towel glided over her pink cheeks, down to her fair neck—long and graceful, with a few strands of hair loose. It was so tempting.

Her collarbones peeked out from her white shirt, looking extra sexy.

Julian's breath hitched, his eyes heating up. His Adam's apple moved again.

He leaned down, took Iris's soft hand, and wiped it gently.

Her hand was thin, soft, and tender. Her nails were pink and shiny, neat and clean. In his rough, calloused hands, it looked even smaller.

"So hot... I want water." Iris rolled over, groping blindly for the nightstand with her eyes closed. She knocked the glass over hard.

Julian reacted fast, catching the glass before it spilled all the way. He sighed, defeated.

"You're such a handful when you're drunk." His voice was extra soft.

Julian propped her up and fed her the rest of the water.

After drinking, Iris finally settled down, lying back to sleep.

Julian reached for her other hand to wipe it. That's when he noticed her long sleeve was soaked from knocking over the glass.

He tossed the towel on the nightstand and hung his head in frustration. His breath got heavy, his voice hoarse. "Iris, wake up. Change your shirt before you sleep."

Iris was sound asleep, totally out of it.

He frowned, hesitated for a second, then got up and went to Iris's room to grab a cotton pajama top.

He sat on the edge of the bed, patting her cheek. "Iris, wake up."

"Mmm." Iris mumbled a response.

"Wake up. Change your shirt first." He was a clean freak, with a little OCD. He couldn't stand anyone sleeping in damp clothes and he wouldn't allow it, not even for Iris.

Iris rolled over and kept sleeping.

Julian let out a soft breath, his voice dropping a little. "I'll change it for you, okay?"

"Mmm," she mumbled, half-asleep.

He'd never seen Iris naked. Even two years ago, when she'd fallen unconscious and been hospitalized, he'd stayed by her side to take care of her. But all the work like changing her clothes and washing her had been done by the nurses.

He swallowed hard, laying Iris flat on her back. His fingers reached for the buttons on her chest.

He unbuttoned them one by one, moving down past her full chest, revealing more of her skin.

She was wearing a white bra, her perfect figure almost spilling out. Flat stomach, soft pink skin. It made his eyes burn, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.

His mouth went dry, a tight, uncomfortable feeling in his throat.

Once all the buttons were undone, he lifted her soft body up.

Iris leaned into him, her face pressing against his chest.

Julian stiffened.

His whole body went rigid, like his bones had turned to jelly.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. His breath was hot, his body burning up, his heart pounding so hard it hurt.

He whispered in his hoarse, deep voice, "Iris, I've held back for two years. If you keep this up, I won't be able to anymore."

Iris didn't react at all. Her breathing was light and steady.

Julian took another deep breath and kept taking off her shirt.

Her arms were long and soft.

Taking off just one shirt felt like it took all his strength. The wall he'd built up in his heart had crumbled completely.

He threw the shirt on the floor and slipped the pajama top over her.

Her long, loose hair was tied with a hair tie, which got pulled off along with her pajama top as he pulled it over her head.

Once she was dressed, Julian laid her gently back on the bed.

Her long hair spread out on the pillow. Her pretty sleeping face looked like a shy pink rose—soft and tempting.

He propped one hand on the bed, leaning down over her. He gently brushed the hair away from her face, his hot gaze lingering on her features, finally settling on her pink lips.

He stared at them for a long time.

It felt like the world went quiet, time standing still.

She was drunk. She wouldn't wake up.

His Adam's apple bobbing, he licked his dry lips. The restlessness in his body was like a devil—uncontrollable.

His head slowly lowered.

Right as he was about to touch her lips, he closed his eyes and kissed her soft, tempting lips.

The second his lips touched hers, his whole body started shaking. He grabbed the sheets tight, his trembling fingers squeezing hard, trying to hold back his intense desire.