Chapter 355 - Intend To Flirt

But, seeing Zio's expression when he said he didn't need Mama made Qiara hurt because that look was the same as a look of hatred which would make it difficult for Zio to tell Zio that she was his mother.

Not wanting to be too visible, Qiara sighed and stopped asking Zio or chatting about Julian and Viona. 

"Will Zio forever think of me as his nanny or Liana who helps him? Then, when will I tell him that I am his mother. I really want him to call me Mama!". Inner Qiara while crying in her heart.

"Alright, don't think too hard anymore! We should play basketball there! I happen to be very good at playing basketball, how?". Qiara said while pointing at the basketball court in the middle of the park.

"Come on!". Zio had always wanted to play basketball, but Julian never gave him permission because Julian was worried that Zio would fall and get hurt.

After that they took basketball and played together, Qiara and Zio looked very happy while playing even though they were alone.

Just then, Julian was standing on the balcony directly facing the garden, holding a glass filled with water in his right hand.

Instantly his expression turned dark when he saw Zio being invited to play basketball by Qiara.

"What do you see?". Asked Viona who suddenly appeared on Julian's room balcony.

"Why did you come into my room?". Julian asked without glancing or answering Viona's question.

"Am I prohibited from entering my future husband's room? Aren't we on vacation to be able to spend the three of us? But, Zio looks cool playing with his nanny, so there's nothing wrong with us enjoying our moments together this afternoon, how?".

After saying that, Viona rubbed Julian's shoulder mischievously. She thought that Julian must be thirsty for caresses after five years of divorce. If she gave him a few touches, Julian would have been tempted and pulled her onto the bed.

Julian also turned to Viona with a gaze that was difficult for Viona to understand. Even so, she kept trying to tease Julian into responding to her teasing.

"It looks like Julian has started to be tempted, from the look in his eyes it has shown his thirst for sex. Today I will tie Julian in bed so that he doesn't delay our marriage again". Viona thought as she continued to feel Julian's body until it touched Julian's shirt button.

However, Julian immediately grabbed Viona's hand, who had managed to unbutton his shirt. 

"Julian, why are you tricking me? Yesterday you said you wanted to come back with me, you also said you didn't like Viona. But, why do you look so intimate with her now? What are you going to do? Are you unable to last too long alone?". Inner Qiara while clenching her fists.

Just then, Qiara's gaze was fixed on the balcony of the second floor in the hotel. Instantly Qiara's heart ached to see Julian and Viona look at each other so intimately.

"Ouch ...". Qiara screamed after she fell because she was hit by the ball Zio threw.

"Zio ... Why did you throw the ball at me? My stomach hurts". Qiara continued, looking sadly at Zio.

Julian immediately turned his head when he heard Qiara's scream, which was quite loud, he saw Zio standing and staring at Qiara who was sitting holding her stomach. 

"Looks like Zio has started messing around with his nanny". Inner Julian.

Viona was very angry to see Julian turn his face towards the nanny and his son. Even though she almost managed to get Julian into her trap. But the question is, is Julian really tempted or does he just want to get Viona away from him?

Luckily Qiara's face and appearance are so ordinary that Viona doesn't think anymore that Zio's new nanny wants to tease Julian. Although she was suspicious because Julian is not a man who sees women from her physique.

"Aunt Lin, I'm sorry for slipping my hand". Zio said with a sly smile.

"Zio, why are you smiling to see me fall? Did you deliberately throw the ball?". Qiara asked who felt that Zio was doing it on purpose.

However, Qiara did not continue to be angry because Zio's pranks decreased from her. It can't be from Julian, whose life is lonely and doesn't have many friends.

Instantly Zio stretched out his small hand towards Qiara as he said. "Aunt Lin, don't be angry, let me help!".

Qiara's heart immediately melted at Zio's cute and adorable attitude as he stretched out his tiny hand. How could he possibly help Qiara who has a body heavier than him. Even so, Qiara still shook Zio's helping hand while adjusting her balance so as not to upset Zio.

"Looks like Zio likes his new nanny, where did you find that nanny?". Viona said, holding Julian's shoulder back, of course Viona wanted to try one more time to tease Julian.

Viona was a little annoyed that Zio had never treated her the way he treated his nanny, even though she had tried hard to get close to the little boy.

Julian did not answer Viona's words, instead he pushed her hand roughly from her shoulder. After that he left Viona in his room.

"Julian, where are you going?". Viona asked after pulling Julian's arm.

"I'm going to see Zio because it's time to take a shower". After saying that Julian grabbed his arm and then continued on his way back.

A few moments later.

Zio took off his ball when he saw his papa standing upright with a creepy expression, Zio quickly hid behind Qiara.

"Sir ...". Said Qiara while showing her respect and a little nervous.

"Why does Julian look so creepy that Zio is scared like this? Is this how Julian teaches my son?". Inner Qiara.

"It's almost night, take Zio to his room. Bathe then feed, after that he must sleep early!". Said Julian in a cold voice.

"Yes sir!".

After that Julian left Qiara's presence, immediately Zio sounded a sigh of relief because he thought his papa would scold him just for playing football.

"Honey, why are you afraid of your papa? Does your papa like to get angry and hit you?". Qiara asked after equating her height with Zio.

"It's not that, but Papa strictly forbade me to play dangerous games. He said I could fall and get hurt while kicking and chasing the ball".. Zio explained with a sullen face because he didn't like the prohibition.