Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 375 - 376: Julieʼs Husband - Elyas

Chapter 376: Julie’s Husband – Elyas

The cozy atmosphere of our snack time was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. I looked up to see a tall, distinguished man entering the room. His presence immediately shifted the energy in the space – this must be Julie’s husband, Elyas.

Elyas paused in the doorway, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the scene before him. “Wife, you’re here…” he said, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite place. His gaze then shifted to me.

Julie, who had been sitting beside me, barely reacted beyond a small “Hmm” of acknowledgment. Her lack of enthusiasm was noticeable, though she did glance at me briefly with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

Hannah, however, was far more demonstrative. “Dad! You’re finally back!” she exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. “Look who’s here!” She practically dragged Elyas over to where I was sitting.

Elyas approached me with an easy confidence, extending his hand. “You must be Jack, right?” he said, his voice friendly. “I’ve seen you on TV and all over the internet. It’s an honor to meet you in person.”

I stood up to greet him properly, taking his offered hand in a firm shake. “Hello, Uncle Elyas,” I said warmly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. I’ve heard so much about you from Aunt Julie and Hannah.”

Elyas’s smile widened at my words, his eyes crinkling at the corners with what appeared to be genuine warmth. “Please, call me Elyas,” he insisted, his voice carrying that easy confidence of a man comfortable in his own skin. “No need for formalities among family.” His gaze shifted between Julie and me with calculated precision, though his pleasant expression never wavered.

Hannah, ever the enthusiastic hostess, began chattering excitedly. “Dad, Jack brought me the most amazing birthday present! And he’s been so kind to Mom, too!” She gestured to the diamond necklace still adorning her neck.

Elyas also noticed it was a diamond necklace and said to me ” Jack… it is too costly… ”

I turned my gaze away from Elyas, letting it settle on Julie instead. The way her golden hair caught the light made her look almost angelic, but I knew the passionate woman beneath that serene exterior. “Uncle,” I began, my voice carrying the weight of my conviction, “Aunt Julie is like my family…”

I looked at Julie when I said this and used my telepathy to hear her thoughts as I wanted to tease her, yes, she is my family and my wife, not yours.

Julie thought, her heart racing as she caught the intensity in my gaze. [The way he says that… like he’s claiming me right in front of my husband…]

“Hannah is also a part of that family,” I continued, my voice steady and sure. “So it’s not too much to give her a gift.”

[He’s not just talking about the necklace] Julie realized, her cheeks flushing with heat. [He’s talking about us… about what we’ve done… what we’re still doing…]

I let my thoughts carry the unspoken meaning: Yeah, Hannah will soon become my stepdaughter… and your wife is already mine… so there’s nothing wrong in saying they are my family.

Julie’s breath hitched as she caught my implication. Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly looked away, trying to hide her reaction from Elyas and Hannah. The delicate blush spreading across her cheeks was utterly charming, and I couldn’t help but admire how the pink tint contrasted with her golden skin.

She’s so beautiful when she’s flustered like this, I thought, remembering how that same blush had spread across her chest when I’d kissed her earlier. How her breath had hitched when I’d touched her…

Elyas shifted slightly in his seat, and I could see him watching our interaction with careful eyes. There was a tension in his posture that hadn’t been there before, a slight stiffness in his shoulders.

Hannah, however, seemed completely oblivious to the undercurrents. “Mom, look how pretty it is!” she exclaimed, turning to show off the necklace again. The diamonds caught the light, scattering rainbows across the walls.

Julie turned to her daughter with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s lovely, sweetheart,” she said, her voice carrying that perfect maternal warmth. But I could see the way her fingers twisted in her lap, betraying her nervousness.

She’s thinking about me, I realized with satisfaction.

Elyas cleared his throat, drawing our attention back to him. “Well,” he said, his voice carefully neutral, “it certainly is a generous gift.”

I met his gaze steadily, not backing down from the unspoken challenge there. “I am glad you liked it, Hannah,” I said simply.

The moment hung between us, charged with unspoken tensions and implications. The air in the room felt thicker somehow, the way the dynamics had subtly altered with my declaration.

Julie’s blush deepened, her fingers twisting in her lap as she avoided looking at either Elyas or me. The delicate pink tint on her cheeks was utterly charming, and I couldn’t help but admire how it contrasted with her golden skin.

Elyas kept chatting with me and Julie, asking about various things – our work, our interests, our plans. The conversation flowed easily enough, though I could sense the tension beneath the surface. After a while, Julie excused herself to change her clothes.

When she returned, she was wearing casual clothes – a simple white blouse and blue jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places. The outfit was modest, but the way it clung to her body made her look even more alluring. She came to Hannah and asked, “Hannah, tell me what you want to eat. Mother will make it for you.”

Hannah’s golden eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, Mom, I’ve been craving your special dishes!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “You know, the one where you make that perfect medium-rare steak with the garlic butter sauce that’s so rich and creamy? And the way you sear the edges just right so it’s crispy on the outside but still juicy inside…”

Julie smiled indulgently. “I remember, sweetheart. And what about the soup?”

Hannah’s face lit up even more. “Your Turkish red lentil soup! The one with all those amazing spices – the cumin and paprika that make it smell so good, and the way you blend it until it’s perfectly smooth but still has those little bits of carrot and onion for texture. And don’t forget the lemon wedge on the side for that little tangy kick!”

Julie chuckled. “You have quite the memory for food, don’t you?” she said, her voice warm with affection. “I’ll make it for you quickly.”

Hannah beamed, her golden eyes shining with excitement. “You’re the best cook ever, Mom!” she exclaimed, giving her mother an enthusiastic hug.