Chapter 1721 Made Up for the First Night of Marriage
Elliott's expression almost softened.
To outsiders, Julia appeared cold and arrogant, but when they were in love, she always showed her true self in front of him.
This was what he remembered most about her.
"Did I say something wrong? Back in college, no man in school could compare to you," Elliott said softly. "Everyone said that by dating you, I was destined to be humble in front of you for the rest of my life."
Julia was taken aback, then laughed.
She had, of course, heard those words before.
In college, she was always proud and beautiful. Many boys liked her but didn't dare to pursue her, and those who did were met with a cold face.
But she had a thing for Elliott, a stubborn and taciturn guy who couldn't say sweet words.
Everyone has a desire to conquer, and she wanted to conquer Elliott. In the end, she got herself involved.
"Are you sure you're humble?" she said. "You put me through the wringer. You look all pure and ascetic on the surface, but you can torment me to the point of ending up in the hospital. If I called the cops, with the injuries I had, they'd charge you with rape."
"I'm sorry, darling. Have some eggplant," Elliott said, trying to please her.
After dinner, Elliott hurried to wash the dishes, not daring to let her touch them, fearing she would hold onto that incident.
But after finishing his chores, Elliott realized he didn't have any change of clothes or even toiletries here.
Thinking about Julia's injuries, he didn't have the heart to drag her out shopping, so he said, "Darling, I'm going back to the apartment to get some clothes."
"No need."
Julia lazily lifted her head from her laptop. "While you were eating, I already contacted someone. Your clothes and toiletries will be delivered."
Elliott raised an eyebrow. "So, I'm being taken care of by you now?"
"Your paycheck is in my hands," Julia replied with a smile.
Garth said she didn't understand relationships well. She didn't understand other men, but she understood Elliott. "The money will be deducted from there."
Elliott felt less awkward. He didn't mind his partner being strong, but that didn't mean he could accept using her money for everything. "If you need to buy anything, you can use my card. I may not be as rich as you, but I can still ensure you spend freely."
"Alright, I won't be polite then."
Julia closed her laptop. "I'm going to take a shower. If the stuff arrives, you can put it in the closet."
Soon, the doorbell rang.
When Elliott opened the door, a middle-aged woman in a business suit walked in, followed by several women carrying men's clothes.
"Hello, I'm the manager of Aurora Avenue Shopping Center. We're here to deliver clothes."
After the middle-aged woman introduced herself, rows of men's clothing were brought in, all in his size. There were suits for daily wear, loungewear, pajamas, robes, and shoes, even towels, toothbrushes, and men's skincare products.
Elliott roughly estimated the cost of these items. After the delivery people left, he decisively took out his phone and transferred a significant amount of money to the card he had given Julia.
After all, it was his own money being spent. Julia's meticulous preparation of clothes and toiletries for him was no big deal.
He thought Julia was very considerate.
Since she was so thoughtful, he, as a man, had to do something too.
So, when Julia came out of the shower, Elliott immediately grabbed a hairdryer to dry her hair.
Julia let him. Her hair was long and thick, and drying it took a lot of time. While he dried her hair, she could check international economic news on her phone.
When her hair was finally dry, she looked up and saw her neatly dried hair in the mirror. Her pink lips curled up. "You did a good job drying my hair. You must have dried a lot of girls' hair over the years."
"No," Elliott denied seriously. "Since we broke up, I haven't dried anyone's hair."
"But you've dated other girls. You almost married your secretary a while ago," Julia said, giving him a sidelong glance. She had been calm at the time, but she remembered it all.
"You were married too," Elliott retorted.
Julia fell silent.
"Come, let me change your bandage." Elliott picked her up and placed her on the bed, holding a tube of ointment.
Julia immediately recognized it as the ointment the hospital had given her for her lower body injuries. She didn't know how it ended up in his hands.
Her face turned red, and she quickly stopped him. "I don't need you. I'll do it myself."
"I just want to check your injuries," Elliott said, frowning. "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"But I don't want you to see it now," Julia said, grabbing the ointment and heading to the bathroom.
Elliott had no choice.
At 10:30 PM, when Elliott got into bed first, Julia came over with a few bottles of men's skincare products, raising her delicate eyebrows with a smile. "You haven't used the skincare products I bought for you?"
Elliott's cold face tensed up. "Men don't need to use these."
"But I bought them for you, so you have to use them."
Julia forcefully pushed him down and sat on his waist.
Elliott's face changed instantly, and his breathing became heavier. "Julia, don't do this."
"Stop talking."
Julia ignored his reaction. She was injured, so he couldn't use force. "Look at your rough face. If you don't use these, you'll become old and ugly. Watch my steps: first, use the toner, then this."
She bent down and gently applied the products to his face.
Her hands were soft and fragrant, and when she bent down, the curves inside her nightgown were faintly visible.
Elliott felt like his body was being roasted over a fire.
He wanted to push her away, but who wouldn't like this scene?
No wonder so many old men at his company liked to hire young and beautiful women for massages. Of course, he had never done that.
Finally, when she finished applying the products, Julia sat up. Elliott didn't let her leave. He pulled her into a kiss, pressing her into the bed.
That night, Elliott melted like ice.
Although they didn't make love, it felt like they were making up for their wedding night. He couldn't get enough of kissing her.
The next day, after dropping Julia off at her company, Elliott arrived at the Miller Group, and everyone in the secretary's office noticed a change in him.
"Why do I feel like Mr. Miller's gaze was especially gentle this morning?"
"Are you having eye problems?"
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