CHAPTER 905: CHAPTER 905: ENTERING HER ROOM AT NIGHT

Julian Rathborne looked at her. She now knew he liked her, and in her sparkling eyes, there was a hint of cunning, like a little fox already raising its proud little tail.

Julian Rathborne pressed his thin lips together, "Get off my lap!"

With that sudden shout, Seraphina Linden quickly got up.

Julian Rathborne glanced at her coldly, then strode out of the luxurious private room, disappearing from sight.

...

Seraphina Linden brought a drunken Sean Dawson back to the presidential suite. As soon as they entered, she sharply shouted, "Kneel down!"

Sean Dawson’s legs went weak, and he fell directly onto the carpet.

Seraphina Linden already had a ruler in her hand. She looked at Sean Dawson, "Stretch out your hand!"

Sean Dawson, drunk as he was, got so frightened that half of his drunkenness was scared away. He looked at Seraphina Linden, about to cry in fear. This woman was terrifying, almost scaring a grown man to tears.

Years ago, when Seraphina Linden fled to Bayside, she gave birth to a daughter out of wedlock, which brought many inconveniences. Thus, she entered into a false marriage with her butler’s son, Gregory Sterling. Of course, everything with Sean Dawson was fake too.

Over a decade ago, the Dawson family was still a noblemen. Back then, Old Mrs. Dawson was still alive, and Seraphina Linden returned to Alani, facing its toughest year.

That year, the whole sea was frozen, Alani was covered in three feet of ice, and all sea routes were closed, cutting off all means of exit.

Seraphina Linden tried many methods, but she alone couldn’t open up the maritime transport line. So, she turned to Old Mrs. Dawson for help.

She had once saved Old Mrs. Dawson, who readily agreed to help her, but with the condition that she had to marry Sean Dawson.

In her youthful and carefree days, Seraphina Linden had her mischievous moments. But she only ran away for a brief time; she quickly walked the path every woman was meant to walk, not missing any exciting moments. For years afterwards, she diligently worked her role and supported the people of Alani.

At that time, she faced the choice of whether to sell herself.

Seraphina Linden chose not to.

She bore all the responsibilities and shackles that fate imposed, but she never succumbed to it.

She told Old Mrs. Dawson, "I will not marry your son. It’s of no benefit to you. But I can sell you my freedom and become a slave to the Dawson family for twenty years."

In the end, she signed a contract of servitude with Old Mrs. Dawson.

Old Mrs. Dawson passed away years ago, but Seraphina Linden, grateful for the past, couldn’t let the Dawson family fall apart under Sean Dawson’s hand. So she directly made Sean Dawson her subordinate, allowing him to pick up some business under her wing, ensuring a lifetime of luxury and prosperity for him.

However, Sean Dawson had been coveting Seraphina Linden’s beauty for a long time. With a beautiful boss right in front of him, how could he not be tempted? He often bragged outside that Seraphina Linden was his darling wife.

Now, Sean Dawson was very scared; he felt that Seraphina Linden was scarier than his own mother. He refused to stretch out his hand, trying to muster his own courage, "Seraphina Linden, don’t forget, you are a servant of the Dawson family. How dare you make the young master kneel here and even hit him with a board; it’s simply... outrageous!"

Seeing his incoherence made Seraphina upset. She raised the board and struck Sean Dawson’s arm forcefully.

Ah!

Sean Dawson let out a tragic scream.

The soundproofing here was excellent, but passersby outside had already heard Sean Dawson’s pig-like screams.

"Seraphina Linden, your contract isn’t up yet. You... you have gone too far!"

"Yara, stop... stop hitting me, it hurts so much!"

"Great Aunt, Young Great Aunt, it’s all my fault. I won’t speak nonsense anymore, you’re not my darling wife, please forgive me!"

"Mom, stop sleeping, please rise from the dead and save me!"

...

Julian Rathborne returned to his room. Soon, there was a knock on the door, followed by a respectful voice from his private secretary outside, "President."

"Enter."

The private secretary pushed open the door, entered quietly, and reported, "President, Miss Linden brought a drunk Sean Dawson back to the presidential suite. They’ve been inside for over half an hour now, and they are likely to spend the night together."

Julian Rathborne stood handsomely in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression dark and unreadable. In his mind, he kept wondering what they were doing now?

Was she passionately climbing onto Sean Dawson again?

She and Sean Dawson were married, so they would certainly engage in conjugal activities at night.

Julian Rathborne frowned heavily, really wanting to shake Seraphina Linden’s face out of his mind. When did he, Julian Rathborne, fall so low as to pine for a married woman?

If he merely gave a nod, countless girls would readily jump into his bed.

But none of them were Seraphina Linden.

Julian Rathborne’s muscular chest heaved a couple of times, then he turned and left the room.

...

Julian Rathborne arrived at Seraphina Linden’s room. The private secretary directly swiped the room card to open the door, and Julian Rathborne stepped inside.

He immediately looked towards the large bed in the room and saw Sean Dawson.

Now, Sean Dawson lay on the bed, appearing to be asleep.

Julian Rathborne didn’t know that Sean Dawson was actually passed out from fright.

Where was Seraphina Linden?

Julian Rathborne quickly heard the sound of running water in the shower, Seraphina Linden was showering inside.

Julian Rathborne walked over and pushed open the shower room door. In the next second, he saw Seraphina Linden soaking in a milk bath with rose petals.

Seraphina Linden appeared quite relaxed and leisurely, humming a little tune.

Julian Rathborne listened for a moment, catching the lyrics of a song called "Take Off", which went something like: Take off that coat, take off, take off, Take off that top, take off, take off, Take it all off, take off! take off! take off! Hey, yeah!

Julian Rathborne, "..."

--A Short Daily Story from Lucy and Jude--

On Isabelle Willow’s 18th birthday, she marked her third year with Jude Crawford.

After the birthday party, Jude Crawford drove Isabelle Willow home. As Isabelle Willow watched the road, she asked, "Jude, did you take a wrong turn?"

Jude Crawford, holding the steering wheel, glanced at her, "Tonight, can you not go home?"

She was already 18.

Isabelle Willow’s heart leaped, suddenly growing nervous. She knew that what was meant to happen had finally arrived; he had been holding back for two years.

At this moment, the luxury car stopped at the entrance of a six-star hotel. Jude Crawford leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt, "Don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything."

Isabelle Willow blushed and nodded, "Okay."

Jude Crawford held her small hand and led her into the hotel; this was their first time renting a room together outside.

After taking a bath, Jude Crawford slept on the sofa while Isabelle Willow slept on the big bed. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

What he was thinking about, everyone knew.

At this moment, there was a stir, and a fragrant, soft body wormed into his blanket.

Jude Crawford’s throat tightened, "You."

Isabelle Willow snuggled into his embrace, her pearly white teeth biting her red lip, and timidly whispered, "Jude, I’ll give myself to you, please marry me, alright?"