Chapter 749 Just One Glance
'Less talk, less mistake. Better to say nothing.' Juniper obediently shut her mouth, buried herself in work, and didn't dare glance at her phone again.
It felt just like back in school when the teacher was right in front of her, and she didn't dare touch her phone, attending class obediently.
When her neck finally ached too much, she looked up and realized it was already ten o'clock.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning split the night sky, and a torrential downpour began, lashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows like a whip.
"Mr. Eilish, I'm leaving now."
"In this heavy rain? Do you want to get soaked?"
Juniper thought for a moment; her car was in the shop, so she hadn't driven.
"I'll call a cab. The cab will pull up downstairs; I won't get wet."
"Do you think it's safe in this weather?"
"It's just rain, isn't it?"
Anthony, still with his head down, casually remarked, "Thunderstorm warning, highest level."
How did she not know about this at all? Juniper was a bit confused.
She had been too busy lately to pay attention to the weather.
A quick look at the news confirmed it: there was indeed a thunderstorm warning, and the news advised staying home and avoiding travel.
"How long will it last?" She scratched her head, a bit troubled.
"Until tomorrow."
"Then tonight I..."
Stay? No way, right?
"Sleep here."
"No, no, Mr. Eilish, this, this isn't appropriate." Juniper quickly waved her hand.
Anthony finally lifted his eyelids and gave her a faint look, "Don't trust me?"
"No, no, that's not what I mean. I just think it's inappropriate." Juniper glanced at the ring on his ring finger.
Anthony felt a surge of irritation, "This is just a last resort. Isn't safety the most important thing?"
Juniper didn't disagree, but... it was really inappropriate.
"There's a lounge inside. I'll sleep on the couch."
Juniper looked helplessly at the weather outside. Of all times for a thunderstorm, it had to be now.
There were no cabs downstairs; even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't.
"I'll sleep on the couch, you sleep inside. The couch is big enough."
"I don't have the habit of letting women sleep on the couch."
Anthony lowered his head and continued working, showing no intention of further discussion.
Naturally, Juniper wouldn't be tactless enough to keep talking.
"Alright then... goodnight. Don't work too late." Juniper entered the lounge. It was large, with a big bed.
The bedspread was white feathers.
She never thought that after a few months, she would be sleeping in Anthony's bed again.
To be precise, she never wanted to see him again.
Fate is just that tricky.
Juniper felt sticky all over, so she went into the bathroom and saw there were new disposable bathrobes and toiletries.
She took a shower, washed her underwear, and hung it in the bathroom to dry by morning.
She wore a bathrobe, with only a door separating her from Anthony outside, which felt a bit awkward.
'Forget it, don't think about it, just sleep early.'
Just as she lay down, Anthony knocked on the door.
"What is it?" Juniper quickly pulled up the covers; she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"I want to take a shower."
Juniper felt anxious inside; it was so awkward.
But she couldn't stop him from showering.
Juniper hid herself completely under the covers, leaving only a small head exposed, "Come in."
Anthony pushed the door open. She had only turned on a wall lamp, so the room was dim, and he couldn't see clearly.
He didn't look in her direction but went straight into the bathroom.
A set of white lace underwear hung there, suddenly entering his vision.
His lower abdomen tightened slightly.
She could instantly shatter his self-control, to the point of utter collapse.
Hera had once deliberately stripped in front of him or worn very sexy slip dresses, trying all sorts of methods, but he felt nothing.
He had no memory of their night together, only the beautiful dream of being entwined with Juniper.
Why did she have such a strong impact on him?
'Juniper, did you poison me?'
Outside, Juniper felt so embarrassed she wanted to roll around on the bed. Her underwear was still in there; he must have seen it.
How embarrassing!
It was a normal thing, but she still felt so awkward.
That's why she couldn't be in the same room with him; everything was awkward.
But with the storm raging outside, she couldn't just rush out; if something happened, it would be disastrous.
She didn't want to die young.
'Let this night pass quickly; it's too hard to bear.'
As soon as the water stopped, Juniper immediately closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, not daring to breathe.
She peeked through a tiny slit in her eyes and saw Anthony's broad back in the dim light.
Maybe because he had been working out these past few months, his back looked stronger than before, more masculine and secure.
His embrace must be even stronger now.
This thought struck Juniper's mind like a bolt of lightning, making her feel ashamed.
How could she have such disgusting thoughts? It was so wrong, simply shameful.
Anthony dried his hair with a towel, seemed to glance back, then walked out of the lounge, gently closing the door.
Juniper breathed a sigh of relief.
She had been doing well, staying composed, but now, perhaps because it was nighttime, she felt completely off.
'Let this end quickly, hurry up, let it be tomorrow.'
The wind howled, and the whole world seemed to shake.
Skyscrapers looked like they might topple.
Juniper curled up in the blanket, hugging her limbs, feeling scared.
She was most afraid of this kind of weather. How nice it would be to have an embrace. But she couldn't expect that from Anthony.
She was busy with work, independent, and rarely needed a man.
Except in this kind of bad weather, she would want a warm embrace, to hide in his arms and say she was scared.
In the office outside, Anthony was also worried about her. He knew she was afraid of this weather, but there was nothing he could do.
To be precise, he couldn't do anything; they were no longer together.
He thought of that night, the night that had disturbed him for the past three months.
It was also a stormy night, the night they broke up.
He had kissed her forcefully under the eaves, and she had pushed him away, saying, "Anthony, we're done," and ran into the rain without looking back.
For three months, every night in his dreams, he saw her back. She ran farther and farther away.
He tried hard to catch her, feeling anxious in his dreams, desperately calling her name, reaching out, but he could never reach her.
She just wouldn't turn back, always waking him up in a panic.
So many nights, he hadn't slept well.
Originally decisive, he seemed indecisive in matters of the heart, not even a fraction as resolute as she was.
Without him, she might have lived well as if she had never known him, so carefree.
But he couldn't forget her for so long.
Even now, with her sleeping inside, Anthony still had a strong urge to see her, to be closer, even closer.
Anthony looked at the door, his fingers clenching one by one, showing some hesitation.
Could he...?
Just one look.
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