CHAPTER 816: CHAPTER 816: HE ACTUALLY GOT A NOSEBLEED!

At that time, he glanced over and saw that the woman on the screen was too ugly, quite a mood-killer, with a man overlapping her, their pale bodies made him want to vomit.

Perhaps it was then that this kind of thing left him with a psychological shadow, and for many years, he couldn’t accept a woman’s touch.

Until she appeared.

She was the unexpected in his life.

His mother was terribly worried, crying, causing trouble, and even threatening suicide to push women onto him, never stopping.

"Seraphina Linden, if you insist I’ve watched any films, then there’s only one, the one you starred in."

"..."

Seraphina Linden looked at his handsome visage, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, the fine fabric perfectly outlining his tall, upright male backbone and the firm, muscular curves of his waist, and below, his long legs, the perfect abstinent male god that made people scream and go crazy.

Seraphina Linden really couldn’t imagine that such a man could be so indifferent to desires, having not a single woman in all these years.

The old lady’s suspicions were entirely reasonable; for any man, she would suspect something was physically wrong.

But Julian Rathborne’s body was fine!

Last night...

"Mr. Rathborne," Seraphina blinked her exquisite lashes at him, "I want to ask you a question, you wouldn’t... have fallen for me, right?"

Julian Rathborne stiffened, "What did you say?"

"It’s said men never forget their first woman, let alone I’m so pretty, and that time we had was so happy; if you developed love from lust, it wouldn’t be impossible."

Julian Rathborne pursed his thin lips, glancing at her condescendingly, "Seraphina Linden, self-love is also a kind of disease, and it’s suggested you treat it promptly."

Seraphina wasn’t angry at all; instead, she breathed a huge sigh of relief, patting her chest, "You scared me, you scared me, I thought I’d left another romantic debt, after all, I’m a heart-stealer."

"Mr. Rathborne, let me put it this way, I’m not in for love, men are just tools for my reproductive purposes, and when idle, can be teased for fun, don’t fall in love with me; it’s a dead-end!"

The reproductive tool Julian Rathborne, "..."

His handsome face turned completely dark "swoosh", that upset feeling surged again, he didn’t speak, gave her a fierce glare, and lifted his foot to leave.

What’s wrong with him?

Could it be... he’s angry again?

Seraphina found that Julian Rathborne’s temper was really big and unpredictable!

Hey, hey, hey, I’m not even done being angry yet, I’m the one who needs comforting!

...

Julian Rathborne went to the study to work, indeed, work was the thing he was familiar with; women were somewhat foreign to him.

Two hours later, he got up, went out, and returned to the room.

Just entering the room, Julian Rathborne smelled a soft and charming woman’s fragrance, completely different from the coolness outside, his room had turned into a soft-bed high-pillow, a gentle tomb because of a woman.

Julian Rathborne paused, and then he heard Seraphina Linden’s voice, "Beryl, you’re here, I’ve already bathed, help me apply some body lotion."

Julian Rathborne lifted his eyes and saw a lovely silhouette ahead.

Seraphina had just bathed, lying on a rattan chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a black nightgown with an open back.

Julian Rathborne’s pupils contracted, his gaze fell on her body, unable to move an inch away.

Her whole enchanting and beautiful back was exposed, her skin like high-grade mutton fat, even without touching, it felt like she’d slip through your fingers; her waist was deeply hollowed, yet her hips curving upward, a deep S shape, making any man witnessing this scene liable to have a nosebleed.

Accustomed to abstinence, Julian Rathborne suddenly saw such a stimulating scene, feeling as if hot coals rolled through his throat.

"Beryl, what are you doing, come over quickly."

Seraphina was tired after a day, resting her slender arms underneath, her voice carrying a lazy charm.

Julian Rathborne walked over.

Seraphina lazily lay on the rattan chair, eyes closed, having just soaked in a milk rose petal bath, so comfortable she could fall asleep.

Hearing footsteps approach, she spoke, "Beryl, the body lotion is on the bedside cabinet, help me apply it."

Julian Rathborne reached out, picked up the body lotion.

He poured the body lotion into his palm, then gently covered her exposed beautiful back.

Her whole body softened, as if boneless, the delicate pale skin akin to silk, the feeling that if touched, it would slip away.

Julian Rathborne’s breathing tightened, the prominent Adam’s apple rolling up and down twice, mouth dry.

He couldn’t deny that, whether in looks or figure, Seraphina was a stunner, and years ago, that romantic escapade brought him indescribable extreme joy, so he never forgot over the years.

Over the years, she hadn’t changed at all; she maintained herself well, as a healer, she had some quite private methods to stay fresh, if she’d like, she could ensnare any man’s soul.

Julian Rathborne’s large wide hands covered her beautiful back, gently massaging and applying the lotion.

Seraphina felt Beryl’s palm was slightly rough, covered with calluses, but Beryl worked all year round, so this was understandable.

Beryl’s technique was good, Seraphina let out a comfortable, soft moan.

The room was very quiet, Julian Rathborne naturally heard her gentle, charming sigh...

Julian Rathborne felt a heat under his nose, as if about to have a nosebleed.

He hadn’t controlled his strength, gripping hard on her hollow waistline.

Seraphina felt a little pain, opened her eyes, turned to look, "Beryl, what’s wrong... ah!"

Seraphina was shocked to see Julian Rathborne, bouncing off the rattan chair in an instant, "How... how is it you?"

Seraphina grabbed a blanket, covering her body, she never expected it wasn’t Beryl, but him!

When did he come in?

Why didn’t he say anything?

"Julian... Julian Rathborne, avert thine eyes, get out! You quickly get out for me!"

Seraphina thought of his large hands freely roaming her beautiful back, and the tender flesh just caressed by him bristled with pink bumps, she jumped barefoot off the rattan chair, heading directly for the door.

"Beryl! Beryl!"

Hearing her shout, Julian Rathborne quickly pursued, covering her mouth from behind, "Stop yelling! You mustn’t shout!"

Seraphina didn’t want to listen to him, but the next second, she sensed something amiss, because one drop, two drops, three drops... of warm liquid dripped onto her shoulder.

What is this?

Seraphina turned her head, her eyes widened instantly, "Julian Rathborne, you... you have a nosebleed!"

Julian Rathborne reached to touch, only to find he had a nosebleed!

He actually had a nosebleed!