CHAPTER 812: CHAPTER 812: YOU SLEEP ON THE BED, I’LL SLEEP ON THE SOFA

Old Mrs. Rathborne gave her a nightgown, probably thinking it was already more than enough.

Julian Rathborne didn’t say another word, turning his back and raising his hands to unbutton his shirt.

At that moment, the door to the room opened, and a beautiful maid named Mildred walked in, "Sir, let me help you with your clothes."

Mildred extended her hand to help Julian Rathborne with his buttons.

Seraphina Linden glanced sideways; Mildred was probably around 24 or 25 years old, exceedingly attractive, and her chest was particularly large, possibly an E cup.

Being able to enter the master’s room at will and help him undress, Mildred must be one of Julian Rathborne’s top maids.

Heirs to wealthy families have several top maids who hold higher status because they have the opportunity to join the young master’s bed and resolve their physiological needs before marriage.

Seraphina Linden chose Julian Rathborne very early when both were in their prime twenties. She knew that night he was still a virgin, but later he got married and divorced, with women coming and going. Having a few intimate maids was quite normal.

Mildred’s hand nearly touched Julian Rathborne, but he dodged slightly, pursing his thin lips to speak, "You don’t need to serve here, leave."

"Yes." Mildred respectfully retreated.

Julian Rathborne unbuttoned two buttons when Seraphina Linden’s soft voice sounded from behind, "Mr. Rathborne, you needn’t avoid me. Tonight, you can have this young woman, Mildred, serve you. I’ll cover for you with your mother."

Julian Rathborne stiffened, turning to her with a cold stare, "What are you talking about?"

"Did I say something wrong?" Seraphina Linden innocently blinked, "Mr. Rathborne, we’re all adults here. You don’t need to feel embarrassed around me."

Julian Rathborne realized then that she misunderstood, thinking he was having an affair with the maid!

Her attitude was so carefree, as if she didn’t care at all.

An inexplicable fury surged within Julian Rathborne’s chest, feeling quite displeased. He thought about these years apart; she must have had other men, otherwise, how did she get 10.1 billion before?

A woman as beautiful, sometimes innocent, sometimes alluring, capable of both sweetness and saltiness, surely no man could resist her!

Julian Rathborne looked at her coldly, then his thin lips curled into a mocking arc, "Seraphina Linden, do you think everyone is like you?"

Like her, how?

Seraphina Linden didn’t understand him, and Julian Rathborne let out a cold laugh before turning into the bathroom.

...

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Julian Rathborne’s hair was wet as he came out dressed in a dark blue silk robe, bringing a chilling air.

His phoenix eyes surveyed the large room; he didn’t see anyone, and there was no one on the bed. His handsome brows had a touch of anger.

Where had she gone?

He was about to step outside to find her, "Seraphina Linden!"

In the next moment, there was a small movement on the sofa, followed by a soft cat-like sound, "Meow~"

Julian Rathborne paused, turned his head, and saw Seraphina Linden buried under a dark blue blanket; as he called to her, she wiggled and poked her head out, her eyes glistening as she looked at him, "Mr. Rathborne, are you looking for me~"

This blanket was his, also a cold-toned deep blue. Over the years, he hadn’t had a single woman around him, and now, seeing such a soft and charming little thing acting like a cat and emerging from his blanket, caused a momentary feeling of comfort and a hint of vibrancy; Julian Rathborne hesitated.

Strangely enough, there had been another girl hiding in his bed earlier, but he had only felt disdain.

Julian Rathborne walked forward, looking down at her, "Go sleep on the bed."

"Hm?" Seraphina Linden asked, wide-eyed and confused, "Mr. Rathborne, I’m playing along with you. Do you also want me to... sleep with you?"

"..."

"Mr. Rathborne, you sleep on the bed, I sleep on the sofa."

"Seraphina Linden, with my upbringing, do you think I would make a woman sleep on the sofa while I take the bed or do you want me to carry you to bed?"

Well...no need for that, Mr. Rathborne!

Seraphina Linden swiftly lifted the blanket and climbed off the sofa, heading toward the bed.

Julian Rathborne lay down on the sofa and adjusted the room’s lighting to a soft yellow hue as he started to sleep.

However, he couldn’t fall asleep.

The sofa was filled with the fragrant scent from the woman, first from her hair, then from her body, invading his mind and causing his throat to feel dry, wondering if his unreliable mother’s supposed potent tonic tea was taking its effect.

In any case, his body temperature soared, and his blood boiled.

The woman on the bed seemed asleep, but a few minutes later he got up and headed into the bathroom again.

Seraphina Linden truly slept, but in a hazy daze, she was suddenly awakened by an urge to use the bathroom.

She opened her sleepy eyes, rose from the bed, and opened the bathroom door.

In the next moment, she stiffened completely, sleep vanishing.

Through the frosted glass door, she saw the man standing under the shower, cold water splashing on his wheat-colored, healthy skin, forming tiny beads, while he lowered his eyelids, his wet bangs partially covering his cold eyes, lending a sense of indulgent sensuality. His hand was moving...

Jude Crawford’s daily anecdote—

Jude Crawford’s 18th birthday

After being rejected at the temple last time, Isabelle Willow did not feel discouraged; after all, life was long, and she had many moments left to reunite with him.

Soon came Jude Crawford’s 18th birthday. In this life, Jude Crawford was even more brilliant than in the previous one, as the Crown Prince of Aethelgard’s Crawford family, by the age of 18, he had already launched his third company, with Crawford Group’s industry chain sweeping through the financial and business sectors like a tornado. At 18, Jude Crawford had gained such power that he could turn tides at his whim.

He was only 18.

In this life, Isabelle Willow had no opportunity to approach Jude Crawford. On his birthday, she arrived early at the Crawford Group’s entrance.

Many girls had already gathered at the entrance, all of them Aethelgard’s socialite daughters, here to present gifts, just like her.

Gifts were piled high, yet no one met Jude Crawford. The receptionist smiled, "Little girl, why don’t you place your gift here?"

Isabelle Willow shook her head, "No need, I’ll wait for him."

Thus she waited from morning till evening, and the receptionist returned, "Little girl, the CEO may not return, why not leave the gift here?"

Isabelle Willow shook her head again, "Thank you, but I’ll wait for him."

And so she waited, from evening till the dead of night. The receptionist looked at Isabelle Willow, a young girl of merely fourteen or fifteen, wearing a white down coat with a red scarf wrapped around her neck, her lips red and teeth white, already a captivating figure. Who knows how stunning she’ll be one day?

That little girl stood there all along, her eyes fixed ahead, searching in the vast sea of people for the familiar silhouette.

She said, I’ll wait for him.

As if, from past lives to this existence, she had come for him, with eyes filled with starlit skies, all focused on him.