Kate Lee, the secretary, was shocked as she looked at Seraphina Linden, then turned her gaze to Julian Rathborne. She seed deeply humiliated, clenching her fists, "Mr. Rathborne, you already have a girlfriend and you’re still out here on blind dates. I never thought you’d be this kind of person, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, hmph!"
Kate huffed and quickly ran off.
Julian Rathborne, the wolf in sheep’s clothing, "..."
Haha~
Seraphina couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.
Julian Rathborne watched Seraphina laugh with such elegance, and said in a deep voice, "Take your hand off!"
Her hand was still looped around his muscular arm.
Seraphina quickly withdrew her hand, looking at the man with a playful gaze, "What, Mr. Rathborne, did I ruin your good deed and now you’re angry?"
"Is this fun for you?"
"Was it fun for you the last ti you reported a shady deal that got into the police station? Was it fun suing for harassnt with a lawyer’s letter, demanding 10.1 billion compensation? Since Mr. Rathborne likes gas so much, I might as well play a little with you today."
Julian Rathborne looked at Seraphina as the evening breeze blew by, a few strands of her hair tangled around her neck, and that petite face was truly stunning.
Their daughter Serena Sterling was already so big, and she still lived with such playfulness and brightness, like she was defying ti.
Julian Rathborne spoke in a low voice, "How did I wrong you? Didn’t you seek out a male masseur for fun, or didn’t you... assault ?"
Since he ntioned that night of romance over twenty years ago, Seraphina Linden had to discuss it with him. After all, she didn’t want to bear the 10.1 billion debt.
Seraphina stepped forward, stood in front of him, and then tiptoed, leaning her stunning face close to his, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
Suddenly, being so close, Julian caught a whiff of her faint fragrance, and the images of that night over twenty years ago flooded his mind.
Under the moonlight, she boldly straddled over him, whispering sweetly to him.
"I want to have your baby~"
"Do you like sons or daughters~"
Julian quickly shook off the indecent thoughts in his mind, and his distinguished face darkened, "Don’t get so close to , stay away!"
Click click~
Seraphina had heard of this child of Aethelgard, Julian Rathborne. He had received the most orthodox heir education from a young age, with noble elegance seeping through every bone and blood, yet now he lectured her with a stern face, making her seem like a siren.
"Mr. Rathborne, you can pretend in front of others but no need to pretend with . People might think you’re ascetic and uninterested in won, but in fact, you... also like won, you’re quite passionate about such matters."
"Don’t deny it, you haven’t lost your mory. If you’ve forgotten, I can help you recall. I don’t admit I assaulted you that night over twenty years ago, I only admit I was proactive, but afterward... didn’t you also take charge and requested twice, leaving exhausted?"
As these words fell, Julian Rathborne quickly furrowed his brows. He hadn’t lost his mory; he rembered that night clearly. Yes, he acted proactively afterward, but if she hadn’t initiated, none of that would have happened, so she was at fault.
She consud everything and left, watched him marry soone else without appearing, really treating him as a disposable fling.
"Mr. Rathborne, it was a consensual night. No matter how you put it, we were once intimate, they say a night as a couple is worth a lifeti of gratitude, and our daughter is so big now, don’t make this ugly, don’t demand compensation from , plus..."
Seraphina bit her red lips, her charming eyes were watery as she looked at him, "Don’t you like the daughter I gave birth to for you?"
They were too close. Her soft breath brushed against his distinguished face, and she smilingly asked if he liked the daughter she birthed. Julian’s tall body stiffened suddenly, his strong waist instinctively straightened.
He always said she was a siren, shaless, teasing him about giving him a daughter, calling him husband while holding his muscular arm.
The won Julian associated with were all like Kate Lee, gentlewon from prominent families. When he was young, before eting her, he’d considered choosing a suitable wife and living a respectful life. But who knew he’d run into her, not eting any of his criteria yet seemingly enchanted by her, finding it hard to resist.
Julian reached out, directly clasping her slender arm, giving her a gentle push.
Seraphina’s beautiful back imdiately hit the wall, and just then, her field of vision went dark as Julian’s tall body ca over her, trapping her between the wall and his chest.
What was he doing?
Why was he suddenly acting like an overbearing CEO?
Under Seraphina’s puzzled gaze, Julian curled his thin lips into a slight arc, "You seem to rember every detail and move of that night over twenty years ago clearly."
"This..." Seraphina was montarily at a loss.
"They say won never forget their first man. Have you been longing for all these years, wanting to rekindle the old fla?"
That night, she was still pure, and he was her first man.
Seraphina’s eyelashes fluttered. She had been in control, teasing him was fun as he pretended to be all serious and restrained.
But he turned the tables quickly, catching her off guard. Indeed, Julian Rathborne was quite the silent charr!
Seraphina quickly curled her red lips, even lifting her hand to encircle his neck, "Yes, all these years I’ve missed you."
Julian looked at her, not expecting her to admit it so openly. She hadn’t forgotten him all these years...
Julian’s distinguished and handso brows softened gradually, a faint curve appeared on his thin lips.
The driver on the side was already stunned, having worked for the Rathborne family for decades, he knew exactly what the young master was like. Now, the driver was left gaping, as his young master actually pinned a woman against a wall in a public setting, and that woman even wrapped her arms around his neck, their postures intimate and ambiguous.
To think his young master would never let won get close.
Was he dreaming?
The driver quickly pulled out his phone, capturing the scene with a "click," then efficiently sent it to Old Mrs. Rathborne.
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