CHAPTER 815: CHAPTER 815: HE HASN’T BEEN WITH ANY WOMEN ALL THESE YEARS

Julian Rathborne glanced at her, then opened his mouth to eat the grape she offered him.

"Is it sweet?" Seraphina asked.

Julian nodded, "Yeah."

The two old ladies exclaimed, "Oh dear, Mr. Rathborne, you should at least consider the presence of us old folks. We can’t handle too much sweetness, or you and Seraphina will be the end of us."

"I can’t take it anymore. Lost at mahjong and now this lovey-dovey act? I’m done, let’s go," they said as they dropped the mahjong pieces and stood up to leave.

Old Mrs. Rathborne, feeling quite pleased, warmly saw them off, "Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Li, come play again tomorrow."

Once the old ladies left, Julian felt the grape he ate was unusually sweet; he’d eaten grapes before but they never tasted this sweet.

"The grapes are nice," Julian continued to hint.

Seraphina reached out and placed a plate of grapes in front of him, glaring at him teasingly with her bright eyes, "Here, eat up!"

Julian then realized that now that people were gone, she wasn’t going to fuss over him anymore.

Julian frowned unhappily, "You..."

But before he could finish, Seraphina got up and walked away.

Her message was clear; she would save face for him in front of others, but she was still angry!

Julian was left behind, feeling speechless, "..."

...

As Seraphina walked out, she saw Mildred, the beautiful maid she had noticed last night, approaching.

"Madam," Mildred said anxiously, "I just got a call from my husband saying that our daughter has a high fever. I would like to take a day off to accompany her to the hospital."

"A child’s illness is a big deal, go quickly, Mildred, I’ll have the driver take you," Old Mrs. Rathborne replied promptly.

Mildred thanked them and quickly left.

Seraphina was stunned. Oh my, Mildred is already married with a child?

Then how could she be with Julian....?

Julian with a married woman...?

Seraphina was thoroughly confused.

"Seraphina, what are you thinking about?" Old Mrs. Rathborne looked at her.

"Mom, so Mildred is married. I think... since she’s serving Julian, she shouldn’t be with other men." Seraphina voiced her thoughts.

Old Mrs. Rathborne was initially confused but soon realized, and gave Seraphina a teasing look, "You silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? Who said Mildred was serving Julian that way?"

Seraphina paused, wasn’t it true?

"Seraphina, I know some wealthy families have the practice of keeping a few concubines for their sons, but our family doesn’t follow such bad practices. Remember when you forcefully took action with Julian years ago and found out he was still innocent? He was quite the innocent one back then."

Regarding the incident where Seraphina overpowered her son, Old Mrs. Rathborne couldn’t help but want to give Seraphina a thumbs-up as a heroine, "You have my admiration!"

Seraphina knew, that night was his first, and it was her first too.

But still...

"Mom, I’ve been gone for years, and Julian got married and divorced. He must have had many women around him. Rest assured, I won’t mind his past," Seraphina said.

Old Mrs. Rathborne slapped her own thigh, "Seraphina, Julian hasn’t told you about these things yet?"

"Tell me what?"

"Seraphina, let me tell you, when my Julian was young, he was so handsome that wherever his private car passed by, girls would flock to see him like crazy. But since childhood, he wasn’t interested in girls. He dedicated himself to his studies and family business."

"At first, we thought it was good, but slowly we felt something was wrong. Julian was 18 and still hadn’t shown interest in any girls. Later, when he went to study in Vessaria, I had someone find out that he didn’t have a girlfriend, which worried me to no end. You see, a young lad full of enthusiasm, I started wondering if he might be gay?"

"Then one day, Yvonne Knight, pregnant, came knocking on our door, asking Julian to marry her. Julian agreed, but throughout the marriage, he never touched Yvonne, not even held her hand."

"All these years, he hasn’t touched Yvonne, nor any other women. I went from worrying he was gay to worrying he might be impotent. Seraphina, imagine my anguish all this way."

"So, Seraphina, my Julian is pure to his bones. He’s never been in a relationship, never interacted with any woman. He probably hasn’t even watched a single adult film. His high intelligence gifted him with an emotional shortcoming, making him like a preschooler in matters of the heart. Seraphina, you’re in some ways more mature than Julian. They say women are the best teachers for men, so I’m leaving my Julian in your hands."

"I can see it—you’re very different to him. He really likes you."

This was the first time Seraphina had heard these things. She was utterly shocked. All these years, Julian had never... been with a woman?

Oh my, how did he endure all these years?

"Mom!" At this moment, Julian appeared. He seemed to have overheard a bit of their conversation and interrupted, "Stop chatting, it’s late, go to bed!"

Old Mrs. Rathborne gave an "OK" gesture, "I’m leaving now."

And just like that, Old Mrs. Rathborne vanished from sight without any further ado.

Julian walked over, looking at Seraphina’s bright and charming face, "What were you discussing with my mom just now?"

"Oh, your mom mentioned once catching you watching a film in your room."

At the doorway, Old Mrs. Rathborne stumbled slightly, "..."

Julian’s handsome face frowned, "Nonsense, I’ve never watched!"

"Mr. Rathborne, don’t lie. I don’t believe there’s a guy who hasn’t watched films. I don’t believe you haven’t," Seraphina teased.

Julian maintained a cold expression. He truly hadn’t watched. Around the age of 15, a playboy once sneakily shared some films on his phone for him to view.

Storytime with Isabelle Willow at The Crawford Group

Isabelle was waiting outside The Crawford Group’s gates, and as midnight approached, a stretch Rolls-Royce business car sped towards her.

The business car brushed past her, and at that moment the tinted back window slowly rolled down, revealing a strikingly handsome face.

Jude Crawford had returned.

At midnight.

Isabelle’s clear, cool eyes sparkled like stars, and she ran towards him.

But the business car didn’t stop; it went past her with a "whoosh" and drove away.

"Jude Crawford!" Isabelle immediately started running to chase his luxury car.

Unfortunately, the business car turned at the red-green intersection ahead and disappeared.

Isabelle stopped, panting, her gaze fixed in the direction he disappeared, feeling a bit sad and worried, but she smiled, whispering softly, "Jude Crawford, happy birthday."