Chapter 119: A Room Full of Storms
A Room Full of Storms
They heard soft sounds.
"Mnhh... ahh..."
"???"
The three women outside the suite door looked at each other, their expressions instantly turning strange.
Without hesitation—
They pushed the door open and walked inside together.
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Meanwhile inside the room, the scene was far less scandalous than their imagination.
Julian was crouched beside the sofa.
Gwen Valquin sat there with one leg slightly lifted, carefully applying medicinal wine to her ankle.
Just a few moments earlier, Julian had offered to help her apply the medicine.
But the moment his fingers touched her ankle—
A strange electric sensation ran through Gwen’s body.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Her face heated instantly.
She quickly pulled back slightly.
"I’ll... I’ll do it myself."
Julian had only shrugged helplessly.
"Alright."
So now he sat on the floor beside the sofa, watching her treat the injury while pretending to be a gentleman.
Though his eyes occasionally wandered.
Just a little.
At that exact moment—
BANG.
The door flew open.
Four pairs of eyes met instantly.
The three women who had barged in froze.
Gwen froze.
Julian froze.
The room fell silent.
When they entered, Gwen was applying medicinal wine to her ankle.
The soft sounds they had heard earlier were simply the quiet groans she made while pressing the sore area.
Julian stared at them in disbelief.
"What the hell...?"
"Why are you three here too?"
He blinked.
The three women instantly felt embarrassed.
They had clearly misunderstood.
Selena Aurevale cleared her throat awkwardly.
Bianca De Dominicis crossed her arms.
Amara Ravenswood looked away.
Fortunately...
Nothing had happened.
Otherwise today would have turned into a disaster.
Gwen noticed their expressions.
The corner of her lips lifted slightly.
As a woman herself—
How could she not understand what they had assumed?
Julian scratched his head awkwardly.
"What are you doing here?"
Why did it feel like he had been caught cheating?
Bianca answered directly.
"Mike said you were here."
"So we came to find you."
That straightforward tone was completely typical of her personality.
At that moment Amara rushed over.
"Miss Gwen, are you hurt?"
She quickly sat beside her and grabbed Gwen’s ankle.
At the same time—
Her petite figure deliberately blocked Julian’s view.
Hmph.
It’s just long legs.
Blocking them so he can’t see.
If I were few centimetres taller, I’d have legs like that too!
Besides—
My Boobs is bigger than hers!
Gwen smiled lightly.
"I twisted my ankle."
"But Julian helped massage it earlier and it feels much better now."
Her tone carried a faint teasing edge.
The three women immediately turned toward Julian.
Julian stared at them, completely confused.
"What the hell are you looking at me for?"
"Don’t listen to her nonsense."
"I didn’t do anything."
Inside his mind—
He was screaming.
The three women heard every word of it.
They immediately realized Gwen had deliberately provoked them.
But that didn’t stop their instincts.
Women were naturally sensitive.
If Gwen was provoking them—
It meant something was going on.
Amara spoke calmly.
"Let me do it."
"I’m a professional."
She gently held Gwen’s ankle and massaged it with precise movements.
Her hazel eyes focused seriously.
Within seconds—
The pain disappeared.
Gwen blinked in surprise.
"It really feels better."
"Thank you."
She picked up her stockings and began putting them back on.
Bianca rolled her eyes slightly.
Heh.
These tricks again.
She walked over and hooked her arm around Julian’s.
"Let’s go."
"The meeting is about to start."
"Uncle asked me to bring you down."
Julian hadn’t even reacted yet—
When another arm suddenly wrapped around his other side.
Selena Aurevale had grabbed his other arm.
Her blue eyes narrowed.
"Miss Bianca."
"Please have some self-respect."
"Stop clinging to someone else’s fiancé."
Her voice sounded gentle—
But the hostility inside it was obvious.
Among everyone present—
The one she distrusted the most was Bianca.
This woman had extremely thick skin.
An ex-girlfriend who still hovered around like this was truly annoying.
Bianca snorted.
"He’s your fiancé?"
"Then let him confess to you in front of me."
"What era are we living in?"
"Still talking about arranged marriages?"
She turned toward Amara.
"Amara, don’t you agree?"
Amara nodded immediately.
"Yes."
"Times have changed."
"It’s all about free love now."
Gwen remained silent.
But inside her heart—
She also agreed.
She had no interest in arranged marriage either.
After finally resolving their misunderstanding—
She didn’t want to miss a chance at something real.
Women’s relationships were complicated.
Four girls in a dormitory could form eight different group chats.
This situation was even worse.
Selena’s teeth clenched in frustration.
But she refused to release Julian’s arm.
Julian looked down.
His left arm was held by Selena.
His right arm by Bianca.
Amara stood beside him protectively.
And Gwen watched quietly from the sofa.
Four stunning women.
Each with their own charm.
Selena Aurevale—
Long black hair flowing over her shoulders.
Blue eyes sharp yet elegant.
Her slim waist and graceful figure wrapped in a pale dress that highlighted her curves.
Bianca De Dominicis—
Crimson hair cascading like fire.
Red eyes full of confidence.
Her tall figure emphasized by a fitted red dress that hugged her hips and long legs.
Amara Ravenswood—
Petite but curvy.
Long brown hair tied loosely behind her back.
Her hazel eyes lively and intelligent.
Her delicate body surprisingly full in the chest, her narrow waist giving her a playful charm.
And Gwen Valquin—
Sitting quietly.
Blonde hair glowing in the sunlight.
Black stockings hugging her long legs.
Her calm smile hiding her true thoughts.
Julian felt like his brain was melting.
Being surrounded by four beauties should have been heaven.
Instead—
It felt like standing inside a battlefield.
He sighed deeply.
"I still have two legs left."
"Why don’t you all just carry me downstairs?"
"In your dreams!"
The four women answered at the same time.
Julian nearly collapsed.
As they walked downstairs together, the entire hall turned silent.
Everyone noticed immediately.
The elites attending the Valemont Chamber of Commerce meeting stared in shock.
Selena.
Bianca.
Amara.
And Gwen.
Four famous beauties of Valemont.
All surrounding one man.
Julian D’Aurelius.
People began whispering immediately.
"What’s going on?"
"Why are these ladies all with Young Master Julian?"
"Damn..."
"Young Master Julian is too greedy, isn’t he?"
"Three young ladies from the four major households all following him?"
"Even Miracle Doctor Amara is with him!"
"I thought he was Valemont’s number one simp!"
"Does this look like a simp’s treatment to you?"
The entire crowd buzzed with discussion.
Meanwhile—
Julian’s internal monologue was pure chaos.
(Why are they all following me?)
(Why do I feel like I’m walking toward execution?)
(If this continues...)
(Valemont’s gossip circles will explode tomorrow.)