CHAPTER 818: CHAPTER 818: IMPRESSIVE, MACHO MAN!

"Hmm?" Seraphina Linden looked up, her innocent and pure gaze meeting his, then she nodded, "Of course, Mr. Rathborne, do you not know how to write the word ’shame’? I can write it for you and teach you."

Julian Rathborne was almost livid with anger. He reached out his large hand to snatch back the martial arts manual, "No more reading it, I’ll destroy it right now!"

What?

Destroy the martial arts manual?

Has he lost his mind, not appreciating such a good thing?

"No! Don’t touch my martial arts manual!" Seraphina quickly raised her hand high, preventing him from snatching it.

Julian Rathborne’s tall, jade-like figure leaned in, one large hand grabbing her slender wrist, while the other easily snatched at the manual.

This man, who looked so noble and refined, surprisingly possessed such strength. Seraphina was immobilized by him, quickly falling into a disadvantage with the manual about to be taken back by him.

What to do?

Seraphina had a sudden flash of inspiration and quickly stuffed the martial arts manual into her nightgown, then puffed out her chest, presenting it to him, "Come on, try and take it if you can."

She actually stuffed the manual into her chest!

Julian Rathborne looked at her shapely figure, now bulging with the manual tucked in, his eyes turning red with agitation.

"Julian Rathborne, why aren’t you taking it, are you scared?" Seraphina taunted.

Julian Rathborne’s throat moved, then he pushed her, and Seraphina was directly pushed onto the soft bed.

Seraphina had no idea what was happening. She tried to get up, but Julian Rathborne had already covered her from above, fiercely saying, "Seraphina Linden, you asked for this, I’ve put up with you for too long!"

He lowered his head and captured her red lips.

Everything happened so fast; Seraphina forgot to clench her teeth. Julian Rathborne’s deep kiss ventured in aggressively, thoroughly plundering all her breaths.

Seraphina’s first reaction was that his kissing skills had greatly improved since last time.

Last time, he had awkwardly bumped into the corner of her mouth. Men seemed to be innately talented in this area, and after her guidance, this time his kiss was already confident and adept.

"Mmph!" Seraphina’s two hands pressed against his chest, starting to resist, trying to push him away.

Julian Rathborne used a few long fingers to pin both of her slender wrists above her head, starting to kiss her brows and eyes, "Aren’t you fond of this martial arts manual? Then let’s explore it together tonight."

He said to her in a hoarse voice.

"..." Seraphina realized that this man was not only reserved and shy but also wicked!

At this moment, he shed his usual abstinent demeanor, becoming no different from other men.

"Julian Rathborne, stop, let me go! Didn’t you say you don’t like to force women? Didn’t you say that forced melons are not sweet?"

"How do I know if you’re sweet if I haven’t tasted it?" Julian Rathborne murmured by her ear.

Seraphina had a rough idea that this time he meant it; he hadn’t been with a woman for over twenty years, and it would be strange if he could hold back now.

But, she didn’t want this.

"Julian Rathborne, if you dare! If you force me, I will kill you someday!"

Julian Rathborne’s crimson eyes narrowed, "Then I’ll give my life to you now!"

...

Five minutes later, the room was filled with a decadent atmosphere, Julian Rathborne’s crimson eyes shaded with a layer of dejection and frustration.

Underneath him, Seraphina blinked her eyelashes, looking at him timidly and unsurely, "Are you... done?"

Five minutes...

Excluding some preparations, Seraphina estimated about two minutes, no more, or she’d be being too lenient!

Julian Rathborne’s handsome face was dark; he released Seraphina and withdrew.

With nimble fingers, he picked up the nightgown from the carpet and put it on, adjusted his state, then turned back to look at her, "Want to take a shower?"

Seraphina grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his handsome face, "No!"

Julian Rathborne didn’t dodge, the pillow hitting his face and then falling off.

"Julian Rathborne, this isn’t over between us!"

Julian Rathborne’s gaze was somber, pressing his thin lips into a cold arc, "Seraphina Linden, look clearly at the situation, it was you who provoked me, doing this is respecting you."

"..." Seraphina frowned deeply.

Julian Rathborne also frowned, a barely detectable nervousness spilling from his deep voice, "Seraphina Linden, what’s wrong?"

Seraphina furrowed her brows, rubbing her painfully sore legs, "I got stabbed."

"..."

Julian Rathborne walked into the bathroom, returned with a warm towel, her nightgown ruined by him, he took a clean black shirt and dressed her, his low voice imbued with gentleness, "Does it still hurt?"

Seraphina kept her head down, not speaking to him.

Julian Rathborne showed a bit of emotion, "I’ll ask you again, does it hurt, speak."

Seraphina kicked him, "Are you an idiot? I’m in such pain, and you keep asking if it hurts?"

"..."

Julian Rathborne was firmly kicked in the thigh, his entire handsome face turning ashen.

"Julian Rathborne, go buy me medicine!"

"What medicine?"

"Are you really clueless or just pretending, I’m still young, there’s a possibility I could get pregnant, go buy contraceptives."

Julian Rathborne stood there, his tone stiff and unhappy, "I won’t go!"

Seraphina was also angry, "Julian Rathborne, still, aren’t you going to take responsibility for your mere two minutes just now?"

Two minutes...

Julian Rathborne stared hard at her for a few seconds before getting out of bed, he put on his night robe and then opened the room door.

Outside, someone unexpectedly stumbled in, "Ouch, I nearly fell!"

It was Old Mrs. Rathborne.

Julian Rathborne, "..."

"Oh dear, where am I, who am I, what was I doing," Old Mrs. Rathborne muttered, sneaking glances at Seraphina in the room, then nudged Julian’s broad shoulder, quietly praising, "Son, staying up so late, you’re impressive, a real man."

--A Daily Story of Crawford and Willow--

The extended luxury business car sped away, the quiet, luxurious carriage interior housing Jude Crawford in the back seat, watching the disappearing girl through the rearview mirror.

He had seen her earlier, naturally also noticing the girl who had chased his luxury car all the way.

It was her.

He recognized her.

The girl who had asked for his WeChat at the temple gate that day.

Riley Sutton glanced at his boss, it was the first time seeing his boss settle his gaze on a girl.

The heir of the business world’s new generation had risen, and the girl who would stand by his boss’s side in the future would also become the lady of the influential Crawford family, attracting many girls.

Riley Sutton also looked back, recognizing Isabelle Willow.

"Sir, isn’t that... the girl from the temple gate, today is your birthday, she probably came to deliver a birthday gift."

Jude Crawford nonchalantly withdrew his gaze, giving Riley a faint glance, "Secretary Sutton, are you familiar with this girl?"

Riley Sutton, "..."

No, not familiar at all.

Jude Crawford, in every life, was still so domineering, jealous, a stingy guy!