CHAPTER 811: CHAPTER 811: WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’M SO WICKED?

Standing upstairs, Julian Rathborne, "..."

...

Julian Rathborne went to the study to work for a while, then went out, just in time to encounter Seraphina Linden coming upstairs.

Seraphina was in a great mood, and when she saw him, she greeted him proactively, her voice sweet and sticky, "Hi, Marcus, you’ve finished work?"

She was extremely adept at her job, her performance seamless.

Julian Rathborne stopped in his tracks, his phoenix eyes landed on her bright face. She had just eaten cake, and a bit of milky white cream clung to the corner of her luscious lips, deepening his gaze, "Wipe your mouth."

Seraphina paused, "...What?"

Soon, her vision went dark; Julian had already walked over, a masculine, crisp, clean scent enveloping her. The man used his long fingers to clasp her chin, while the other hand held a few soft tissues to wipe the corner of her mouth, disdainfully saying, "So dirty, you managed to get cream on yourself while eating cake?"

Julian Rathborne was born the son of Aethelgard, with noble blood running through his veins, naturally fastidious, and very fond of cleanliness.

The man displayed undisguised disdain on his handsome face, clearly showing his pickiness about the details of life, so the disdain was genuine.

But apart from disdain, his gaze carried a depth, dark and hot.

Now Seraphina’s body was enclosed in his embrace, she didn’t move, enjoying his proactive service, but she playfully blinked, "Mr. Rathborne, seeing the cream on the corner of my mouth, did some evil images crop up in your mind?"

The woman’s faint fragrance kept invading his senses, and with his tissue slightly pressing down on her tender red lips a couple of times, they’d lose their color. This dual stimulation of sight and smell made Julian quickly swallow down his throat, "Miss Linden, what do you think makes me evil, hmm?"

On the surface, he still appeared like a proper gentleman, but Seraphina suddenly had a playful thought. After all, she had long noticed that he was particularly... repressed.

"Mr. Rathborne, did you really not think of anything?" As she spoke, Seraphina licked the corner of her own lips.

His fingertip was still there, so he immediately felt something soft and smooth touch him.

Julian’s gaze instantly darkened; he wasn’t some innocent boy. Although the small segment of romance in his life often got mocked by his friend Jude Crawford, his physiological age had matured to a certain stage, so Seraphina’s highly suggestive action sparked a fire in his eyes.

His fingers suddenly tightened, grabbing her chin, and in a lowered voice, he cursed, "Seraphina, you’re a woman, do you even know what shame is!"

Seraphina narrowed her playful and charming eyes, clicking her tongue, truly a hypocritical prude!

"I thought Mr. Rathborne only liked shameless women."

"Seraphina!"

Seeing that he seemed angry, Seraphina quickly softened her tone to placate him, "Are you angry? Don’t be angry, I... played with Mr. Rathborne because I couldn’t resist since he’s so... delectable."

"Good boy~" Seraphina raised her hand and patted his head like soothing a puppy.

The head-patted Julian, "..."

Julian grabbed her slender pale wrist with a snort of displeasure, "Where do you think you’re touching?"

Seraphina’s clear and bright eyes looked at him, biting her red lip in a pretense of allure, "Mr. Rathborne, where do you want... me to touch you? I can do it."

What a little seductress!

Julian always considered himself to have a reputation for purity, but now she had ignited a body full of fire within him.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Rathborne came upstairs and, seeing the two of them pulling and tugging, quickly covered her eyes with her hand and exclaimed, "OMG, I didn’t see anything, you two continue, continue!"

"..." Julian promptly let go of Seraphina.

Seraphina looked shy, "Mom."

Old Mrs. Rathborne was about to leave, but then she turned back, her face blooming with a smile, "Julian, Seraphina, mom’s fine, just had your room tidied up, you can rest early."

The Rathborne estate had many rooms, with several master bedrooms. Someone had just climbed into Julian’s bed, and he naturally wouldn’t enter that room again. Old Mrs. Rathborne had someone prepare a new master bedroom.

Seraphina looked towards Old Mrs. Rathborne, "Mom, then I’ll head back to the room," she said, casting Julian a glance both shy and coy, "Marcus, I’m waiting for you, don’t come back too late, you’ve had it tough tonight, when you return I’ll give you a good back massage and shoulder rub."

Old Mrs. Rathborne was overjoyed to hear this.

Julian watched coldly as the woman put on an act, his thin lips curving into a dark arc.

"Young Master, your tea is ready." At this time, a maid handed over a cup of tea.

Julian picked up the tea and took a couple of sips but quickly sensed something was off, "Mom, what kind of tea is this?"

"Sweetie, it’s enhancement tea, didn’t you find it tasty?"

"..." Julian heavily tossed the cup back, his handsome face darkened, "Mom!"

Old Mrs. Rathborne’s smile swiftly turned to an aggrieved expression, "Sweetie, why are you being mean to mom, it’s not easy for me, I’m already at this age, and still had to put on a brave face to get you something like this, it’s not because you haven’t been with a woman in so many years that I’m afraid you... won’t manage. So I got this for you to spice things up, otherwise what if you lose the good daughter-in-law I finally got, what then, you see, you’re being mean to me, life like this can’t go on, boo hoo hoo..."

Facing such a drama queen mother, Julian, "..."

...

Julian stayed in the study for another hour, dealing with some documents, then returned to the bedroom.

Just after entering the room, Seraphina happened to come out from the bathroom. The woman had just showered, wearing a black silk halter nightgown, with the skirt covering her thighs, beneath which her slender legs were slim and pale like a supermodel’s, and the exposed skin was dazzlingly beautiful.

Julian glanced at her, speaking coldly, "Miss Linden, are you dressed like this deliberately to seduce me, or acting as if I don’t exist?"

Seraphina sat at the vanity, starting her skincare routine. Through the mirror, she glanced at the man, "That question you need to ask your mom."

The implication being that your mom let me wear it, can I refuse?

Julian stepped forward, his tall and upright figure standing behind her, looking down, the woman’s bright facial contours glowing with jade-like brilliance under the light, unbelievably youthful for a woman over forty.

"Seraphina, you’re not wearing a bra."

It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Seraphina curled her red lips, "I really want to wear a bra, but your mom didn’t give me one to wear."