CHAPTER 903: CHAPTER 903: SHE’S ALWAYS THE AGGRESSOR

Leah Thorne heard that the boss turned around and ran. The boss slapped his thigh and earnestly said to Davina Rowe, "Oh, Miss Carter, I remembered, President Xavier is not here, he’s playing cards in a private room. Let me take you to find him."

Davina Rowe was unaware of the deceit and sincerely apologized, "Alright, thank you."

The people all left.

Leah Thorne breathed a sigh of relief. She was still in Justin Xavier’s arms. She immediately raised her hand, pushed against his firm chest, and forcefully pushed him away, "Let go of me!"

Justin Xavier let her go but pinched her small face with his large hand, looking carefully for a few moments, "Just a moment ago, you were tightly holding onto my neck when you needed me. Now that everyone has left, you want to kick me away. Leah Thorne, you’re really practical."

"..." Leah’s soft and charming face was pinched in his palm, her red lips squeezed into a pout. He was too disrespectful. "President Xavier, if it weren’t for you, would I be like this?"

As she spoke, Leah raised an eyebrow and glared at him, "Sneaking around behind your official girlfriend’s back must be quite thrilling for you, President Xavier."

Justin Xavier’s handsome brow furrowed slightly, then he leaned closer, chuckling hoarsely, "Then why don’t we... try something more thrilling?"

Leah Thorne reached out and pinched his firm waist hard.

Justin Xavier winced in pain, releasing her small face. However, the deep kiss from before had left her lips red and swollen, her tousled curls cascading down lazily and messily, adding a touch of alluring allure under the moonlight.

Justin Xavier slowly curled his thin lips, remarking, "You really do look like my secret lover this way."

Leah Thorne gave him a look and then pushed him away forcefully, turning to leave.

...

The wedding was over, and next came the socializing.

In the luxurious private room, Julian Rathborne sat in the main seat on the dark red sofa, having removed his outer suit, now dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, looking handsome and dignified.

The champagne-colored lights in the booth cascaded down from above, as if adding a golden edge to his handsome face. His slender fingers held a cigarette, smoking nonchalantly. Many businesspeople came over to greet him eagerly, but seeing his lack of enthusiasm, they wisely moved away.

Soon, Sean Dawson came by.

Sean Dawson had drunk quite a bit, reeking of alcohol and looking quite tipsy. He plopped down beside Julian Rathborne, "Mr. Rathborne, my dear, it turns out we’re family. Such a pleasure to meet you!"

Julian Rathborne slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke without responding.

"I really didn’t expect that because of my lovely wife, Seraphina, I’d end up being family with the world’s richest man, Julian Rathborne, and the leading financial magnate, Hayden Crawford. I feel like I’m dreaming, and this dream is just wonderful."

"Come on, Mr. Rathborne, let’s have a toast. I’ll drink, and you can do as you please."

Sean Dawson gulped down a glass of red wine.

At this moment, Julian Rathborne moved slightly, his slanted eyes watching Sean Dawson through the swirling smoke, and he casually pressed his thin lips, "Is she good to you?"

He was ultimately curious.

Sean Dawson was startled, looking drunkenly at Julian Rathborne, "Mr. Rathborne, who are you referring to?"

Julian Rathborne tapped his cigarette in the ashtray, "Isn’t she your lovely wife?"

Sean Dawson’s eyes lit up, thinking he understood, "Good, of course, she’s good. My lovely wife, Seraphina, is tender and obedient, always compliant. If I tell her to go east, she wouldn’t dare go west. She’s especially sweet and obedient."

Is that so?

Julian Rathborne curled his thin lips. He had never seen her tender and obedient. In front of him, she was like a fierce little wildcat.

She listens to other men, but not to him at all!

Could it be because he’s not her husband?

At this moment, Sean Dawson mysteriously leaned close to Julian Rathborne’s ear, "Mr. Rathborne, you and my lovely wife, Seraphina, even have a daughter together. Surely you’ve also had your moments with her. How are her skills in bed?"

Julian Rathborne paused in his smoking action, then turned to look at Sean Dawson, "Are you sure you want to privately discuss your wife’s skills in bed with me?"

Julian Rathborne’s handsome brow had already darkened, covered by a layer of icy frost. Right now, he wished he could give Seraphina Linden a new pair of eyes. How did she marry such a man!

But Sean Dawson hadn’t realized anything, and he said excitedly, "Yes, Mr. Rathborne, we can discuss and exchange notes. Let’s do it this way, I’ll start. My lovely wife, Seraphina, is always very proactive. She loves taking control."

"Moreover, my lovely wife, Seraphina, is quite playful. She’d wear very sexy or cosplay outfits just to show me, asking if I found them attractive. Her coquettish little appearance just makes me love her more and more, unable to get enough of her."

Julian Rathborne directly pressed his thin lips into a cold arc. Only when he felt the burn on his fingertip did he come back to his senses. The cigarette end, fiery red, had burned him.

She actually!

The moment twenty-something years ago was something he had never forgotten. That night, she quietly climbed onto him and asked with intoxicating scent whether he preferred a son or a daughter.

She really liked taking control, but he always thought she only did that with him. Now he knew he was just one of many!

Also, he had never seen her in a sexy outfit, let alone any cosplay. Julian Rathborne’s private life was clean, but he knew cosplay was when a woman dressed up in maid outfits or such to please a man.

He liked Seraphina Linden, but he was upright and never thought about having her wear any cosplay outfits one day.

Sean Dawson had no clue about the subtle, icy atmosphere and was still about to excitedly say something more, when suddenly there was the loud bang of a "thud".

--A daily story by Jude and Yara--

Isabelle Willow suddenly threw herself over, playfully demanding a hug.

Jude Crawford froze, quickly reaching out to push her away, "Yara, stand properly."

"No~" Isabelle Willow clung to him like a koala, refusing to let go.

Soon, Isabelle Willow noticed something unusual. The two bodies were pressed tightly together now; she felt something hot poking at her.

Isabelle Willow had memories from a previous life, and with a flutter, she immediately understood what it was.

No wonder someone had been eager to push her away earlier, with his hands resting in his pant pockets, not letting her touch his body.

Isabelle Willow raised her stunning face, gazed at him with moist, sparkling eyes, "There’s something on you poking me."

Jude Crawford, "..."

Isabelle Willow looked innocent, "Did you hide some formidable weapon? Let me feel it."

With that, her small hand reached down.

Jude Crawford pushed her away and fled in a hurry.