Chapter 391

Juliana pursed her lips slightly. "Then what kind of thanks are you expecting?" Arthur’s gaze lingered on her rosy lips, now caught between her pearly teeth—soft, delicate, and somehow stirring something primal within him. He took a deep breath and said, "Why do you keep biting your lips like that? Aren’t you afraid they’ll bleed?" Biting her lip was Juliana’s nervous habit. At his remark, her crescent-moon eyes sparkled with amusement. "I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t bite them hard enough to make them bleed." "From now on, don’t do that in front of men," Arthur said with unexpected seriousness. "Do you even realize what kind of signal that sends?" As the meaning of his words sank in, a flush crept up Juliana’s delicate face. "I—it’s just a habit. I wasn’t trying to... seduce anyone," she stammered in her defense. "Break that habit," the man across from her commanded firmly. Obediently, Juliana nodded. "Alright. I’ll start working on it today." Something about her compliant tone stirred a