At this mont, the bodyguards bowed and spoke from their diaphragms.
"..."
Seraphina Linden didn’t originally intend to urinate, but she was so frightened by this grand spectacle that she almost did.
The bodyguards blocked her path; with no other option, she lowered her head and walked into the restroom.
Outside the door ca a series of steady footsteps. Julian Rathborne arrived, his voice deep and magnetic as he asked, "Where is she?"
"Sir, she’s in the restroom."
Julian Rathborne turned and headed for the restroom.
Oh no, he’s here!
Seraphina Linden felt a jolt in her heart; she couldn’t let him find her. She had to hide, but where?
This restroom was only so big.
Got it, there was a big trash can in the restroom, brand new, probably just brought here. She quickly ran over, opened the lid of the trash can, squatted inside, and then closed the lid over herself.
Just then, "click", the restroom door opened.
A few bodyguards in black walked in, starting to search the restroom. Julian Rathborne followed, one hand casually tucked in his pocket as he took out a cigarette, placing it between his thin lips. He bent his tall and handso fra slightly and with a "snap" lit the cigarette.
He began to puff away at it.
Inside the trash can, Seraphina Linden could clearly see the situation outside through the opening.
The bodyguards in black seriously searched the restroom but found no one. "Sir, we can’t find Miss Linden."
If they can’t find her, they should just leave!
Seraphina Linden sneakily glanced at Julian Rathborne not too far away. The bodyguards had all retreated behind him. He leisurely smoked his cigarette, his deanor authoritative, like an aloof emperor.
Blue smoke wrapped softly around his handso face, his right hand holding a flaming cigarette butt. His deep eyes penetrated the smoke, indifferently and sharply scanning the restroom before landing on the trash can.
Seraphina Linden curled up in fear, hugging herself. Had he discovered her?
This man’s eyes were like a hawk’s circling in the dark, cold and sharp.
"All of you go out first, I need to take a piss." Julian Rathborne, always elegant and noble, now exuded a hint of playful wickedness.
"Yes, Sir." Everyone exited.
Hidden inside the trash can, Seraphina Linden breathed a huge sigh of relief; he hadn’t found her. He just needed to take a piss.
Then a steady rhythm of footsteps approached her from afar.
What did this an?
Wasn’t he going to take a piss? Why was he coming over here?
Seraphina Linden raised her captivating eyes, seeing the man approaching. Her line of sight was filled with his taut, slender waist, black belt, and the zipper of his trousers...
The man put the cigarette between his thin lips, his well-defined hand resting on his black belt. With a "swish", he pulled it open and also lowered the zipper, looking as if he was going to take a piss.
Was he going to... pee in the trash can?!
A rush of heat surged directly to Seraphina Linden’s head; her face grew flushed red as if it could drip blood. Of all places to pee, he ca here?
Doesn’t he have any public decency?
Was he doing it on purpose?
Now he was standing right in front of the trash can, and she could see his every move clearly. He really was unzipping.
"Ah," Seraphina Linden scread and stood up abruptly from the trash can.
Pointing a trembling finger at him, "Julian... Rathborne, you pervert!"
Julian Rathborne, with a cigarette in his mouth, furrowed his brows and took a drag, then exhaled the smoke slowly towards her small face, a sinister curl on his thin lips. "Not hiding anymore? Co out now?"
The smoke stung her nose and mouth, causing Seraphina Linden to frown slightly. "You knew I was in here, yet you still... tried to pee on !"
How could he have the face to do such a thing?
Pervert!
Julian Rathborne arched a well-shaped eyebrow, "Taking a piss is my business. If you want to pee on you, that’s yours."
"..."
Nani?
Inside, a thousand alpacas galloped across Seraphina Linden’s mind. This... this cultured scoundrel!
How had she not realized how awful he was before?
"Buckle your belt for !" Julian Rathborne removed the cigarette from his lips, glanced casually at her, and commanded strongly.
Seraphina Linden glanced down at his belt, which was already undone.
Exhibitionist!
Seraphina Linden quickly jumped out of the trash can, "You have hands; buckle it yourself. I’m leaving!"
She turned to walk away.
But just as she lifted her foot, a well-defined hand gripped her slender wrist and pulled forcefully, causing her to fall into his broad, cold chest.
The man grabbed her soft, boneless hand and placed it on his waist belt, "Hurry up and buckle it for !"
Seraphina Linden barely steadied herself, trying to pull back her hand but unable to break his grip.
Seraphina Linden trembled with anger but had no choice against him. "Fine, I’ll buckle it now!"
She reached out her small hand to zip his trousers.
At that mont, Julian Rathborne’s eyes narrowed sharply, and his defined hand pressed down on her fragrant shoulder, pushing her directly against the sink counter.
Seraphina Linden hadn’t yet stabilized. Suddenly, everything turned dark as the man pressed against her, pinning her into his embrace.
With a powerful arm wrapped around her slender waist, Julian Rathborne stared at her with dark eyes.
Seraphina Linden regained control, slowly curling her red lips, her voice soft and tender. "Mr. Rathborne, what’s wrong? I’m trying to buckle your belt."
Her fingers subtly brushed against his waist.
Although Julian Rathborne hadn’t been around won in years, he knew what she was doing — provoking him intentionally, "What do you want to do?"
"Mr. Rathborne, you’re the one clinging to . I should be asking what you want to do?"
Suddenly, Seraphina Linden thought of sothing, blinking her dewy eyes at him, "Mr. Rathborne, I heard you’ve stayed away from won all these years. Couldn’t it be that you’ve only been with one woman — just once, that one ti with ?"
At that, Julian Rathborne pursed his thin lips as he discerned the hint of mockery on her face.
She was mocking him.
Indeed, at his age, he had only one night of romance.
Seraphina Linden had her answer, flashing a bright smile. Then, she stood on tiptoe and gave Julian Rathborne a kiss on his thin lips.
Julian Rathborne stiffened imdiately at the unexpected kiss.
Her lips were soft and sweet, the familiar smooth, silky feeling instantly awakening mories of that night over twenty years ago. The desires within him sprouted, growing wildly.
Then Seraphina Linden retreated, looking at him, "Did you like it?"
She asked, asking if he liked it.
This enchantress.
ggie Sawyer was right; she was a vixen.
Julian Rathborne squeezed her slender waist with a big hand, sealing her red lips again.
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