Chapter 337

The bodyguard moved quickly, but it was already too late—she had thrown herself into Arthur’s arms. By the time Arthur realized what was going on, a girl was already pressed against his chest, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. Her face, red like a blooming rose, was buried against him. "Young Master," the bodyguard said, well aware that his employer detested being touched by women. He reached out to pull Juliana away. But Juliana wasn’t completely unconscious. Though dizzy, she had a stubborn fire in her eyes. She glared and snapped, "Don’t touch me." Arthur shot the bodyguard a sharp look, signaling him to step back. He then tried to pry Juliana’s arms off his neck, but like a stubborn vine, they clung back around him. "Juliana, let go," Arthur said in a voice tight with irritation. He hated such close contact. But Juliana was far too lightheaded—if she loosened her grip, she’d collapse right to the floor. Arthur lowered his gaze toward her just as she lifted her face. Now, on