All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

Evelyn's POVAnd there I was, still standing barefoot in the warm fog of his bathroom with my fingers resting against impossibly soft fabric, when a thought entered my head that was neither calm nor dignified.He said he was single.So then… who exactly were these clothes prepared for?The answer that appeared first was also the one that immediately made my chest tighten.Maybe they were for one of his hookups.Honestly, that explanation made perfect sense. Julian had slept with plenty of women before. He had never pretended otherwise. And he was the kind of man capable of separating sex from emotion with terrifying ease. Even if there was someone he genuinely loved somewhere in his heart, he could still calmly sleep beside other women, kiss them, play the role of a lover flawlessly if the situation called for it.I looked back down at the neatly folded clothes in my hands.The fact that everything had been prepared so carefully somehow made the thought worse.Because this didn’t feel

Evelyn's POV“Why?” I looked up at him before I could stop myself.“Because she doesn’t believe they were prepared for her,” he said quietly.The words sounded less like an answer and more like a sigh he’d been holding in for a long time, threaded with something dangerously close to self-mockery.“Well… that’s possible too,” I said awkwardly, suddenly unable to speak smoothly anymore. “You are kind of too good at this whole charming-people thing. Maybe don’t treat all your hookups so well. She might misunderstand.”The moment I said it, I regretted how bitter it sounded.But Julian didn’t look offended.If anything, his gaze softened.“Then I hope she misunderstands even more,” he said steadily, taking another small step closer. “Enough that one day she finally admits she likes me back.”His voice was low.Certain.And the closer he got, the more impossible it became not to notice the warmth of his breathing, the calm intensity in his eyes, the terrifying sincerity underneath all the

Evelyn's POVWith four people suddenly squeezed into Julian’s not-even-that-large living room, the apartment instantly felt smaller, louder, warmer—like the air itself had shifted into something dangerously social.Dean had already turned music on somewhere.Not loud enough to overwhelm conversation, but rhythmic enough that the bass hummed softly through the floor and furniture, giving the whole apartment the atmosphere of an improvised afterparty that nobody had technically agreed to host.