Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 33

“Just won’t take a hint, would he?” That was the perfect description for Elliot.

Every time Julie saw Elliot, her first instinct was to cover her face and bolt. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

But with Elliot’s long legs, he easily caught up to Julie and grabbed her wrist to prevent her from running off.

“Elliot…”

“Julie, come home with me for a bit. Elliot insisted, holding onto Julie as if she’d vanish into thin air like the last few times if he let go.

So he didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point with Julie.

Julie looked at Elliot for a few seconds before asking. “Why should I go home with you?”

“My family thinks you’re my fiancée. Although it’s not official, the rumor is out. At least have dinner with me?” Elliot’s tone was gentle, with a hint of pleading and appeasement.

Julie replied coolly, “No.”

Elliot knew Julie was hard to pursue, but her stubbornness still surprised him. “Is being my girlfriend that bad?” He asked, feeling somewhat helpless.

“I wouldn’t know; I’ve never been your girlfriend. Julie looked at the arm Elliot was holding onto, her voice soft as she said. “Let go”

Elliot, feeling desperate, pulled out his last resort. “Come home with me for dinner. Even if it’s just to explain to my grandfather that we’re not dating. Or I could pay you?”

Julie’s face turned cold after he said that, her gaze clear and defiant. “Elliot, has your life always been smooth sailing? You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, and you got everything you ever wanted. Do you think money can do everything? That it can buy people’s lives, their dignity, and their love?”

Julie forcefully shook off Elliot’s grip and walked away without a word.

Two hours later at the Sanches Mansion.

Julie stepped out of Elliot’s white Jaguar with a calm expression.

Money couldn’t do everything. It couldn’t necessarily buy people’s lives, their dignity, or their love. But it could buy time. Time for Sansa.

Nearly all the Sanches family was present tonight..

Elliot had a twin sister named Adeline Sanches, whom Julie was meeting for the first time. Adeline was currently lounging on a couch, painting her nails. She looked nothing like Elliot, appearing much softer in comparison.

Due to the incident at the last dance, Elliot’s grandfather, Raymon, already had a negative impression of Julie. Naturally, Elliot’s parents also had reservations about her.

Raymon sat in the middle of the couch, with Elliot’s father, Walker Sanches, on his left. Walker’s wife, Victoria, was next to him, and Adeline sat beside Victoria, still painting her nails.

Victoria looked at Julie, who was sitting across from them, and asked in a cold, straightforward tone, “Ms. Abraham, you are aware of Elliot’s status, aren’t you? Forgive my bluntness, but do you think you’re suitable for Elliot?”

“Mom!” Elliot’s face hardened immediately.

Julie, however, just smirked and said, “Actually, I think Mr. Sanches and I are quite suitable.”

“Julie?” Elliot admitted that he was shocked by Julie’s words. He thought she was here to make a scene, but he didn’t expect her to say something like

that.