CHAPTER 914: CHAPTER 914: WHY ARE YOU SO PASSIONATE TODAY?

Cherry instantly fell from heaven into hell, remaining frozen in place.

At this moment, Julian Rathborne glanced at Cherry with a chilling gaze. Cherry’s scalp tingled, and she quickly said, "Yes, sir."

She turned and left.

...

Seraphina Linden also returned to her room, her heart unable to calm down, her mind filled with thoughts of what Julian Rathborne might be doing now.

Cherry followed him into the room. He’s a normal man. In the face of youthful beauty, with Cherry’s D-cup and sweet voice, would he be unable to resist, doing something reckless?

Seraphina was a bit restless. She couldn’t control her feet, and she set off right away to find Julian Rathborne!

As soon as she opened the door, someone appeared—Cherry had arrived.

"Seraphina, this is something the sir asked me to give you." Cherry handed an item to Seraphina.

Seraphina lowered her eyes to look. It was two thin pieces of fabric in a sexy lace design, clearly intimate apparel.

Seraphina was stunned. She looked at Cherry in shock, "Did Julian Rathborne ask you to deliver this?"

Was it really Julian Rathborne?

Was it really the Julian Rathborne she knew?

Cherry was in a bad mood. "Yes, the sir told me to bring it. He wants you to wear it and go to his room to see him."

Seraphina wasn’t foolish. It was nighttime. If she wore this kind of clothing to his room, something was bound to happen between adults.

"Seraphina, the sir just craves something new, that’s why he wants you to see him. Don’t flatter yourself or overthink it. Just because you have the looks of a seductress doesn’t mean you can climb onto the sir’s dragon bed and become the mistress here," Cherry said sarcastically.

Seraphina hadn’t planned on arguing with Cherry. She saw herself as someone with a broad vision, and Cherry didn’t even register on her radar.

But upon hearing these words, Seraphina curled her lips, "Why do I smell a strong stench of sourness?"

A stench of sourness?

Cherry sniffed but didn’t detect any sour smell.

"Ah, this stench seems to be coming from you." Seraphina pointed a finger at Cherry.

Cherry’s face changed as she realized that Seraphina was insulting her!

"You!"

Seraphina held the two pieces of clothing. "Julian Rathborne asked me to wear this and see him, not you. You must be really envious. That ’seductress’ earlier I’ll take as a compliment. Knowing Julian Rathborne likes seductresses, it’s a shame you’ll never be the type he likes."

With that, Seraphina closed the door.

Outside the closed door, Cherry was trembling with rage.

Seraphina’s words had brutally slapped her in the face, giving her an unprecedented sense of crisis. Before Seraphina, she had the best chance of moving up, but now that Seraphina arrived, her chance seemed slim.

A woman’s youth and beauty are fleeting. No, she couldn’t stand by idly and watch Seraphina climb into the dragon bed.

That dragon bed was supposed to be hers.

Suddenly, Cherry’s eyes lit up, and she thought of a good idea.

...

In the master bedroom.

Julian Rathborne entered the shower. His throat was dry. Just thinking about Seraphina coming to see him later made him restless.

The feeling was indescribable, like a tingling excitement in his firm waist, his breathing becoming labored.

For Julian Rathborne, this feeling was unfamiliar. Desire was an uncommon thing, only arising after meeting Seraphina.

This feeling could make him a wild horse out of control.

At this moment, there was movement outside; someone entered his room.

Had Seraphina arrived?

She actually came so quickly.

Julian Rathborne curled his lips slightly, turned off the water, and quickly put on a black silk nightgown before stepping out.

The room was pitch-black, with the lights turned off. But there was someone inside. In the moonlight from outside, Julian Rathborne vaguely saw a shapely female figure.

"Why are the lights off?" Julian Rathborne’s deep voice had a trace of hoarseness, his throat bobbing as he spoke slightly more gently. "Too embarrassed to let me see?"

Julian Rathborne was a man of gentlemanly elegance, rooted in his very being. When he was gentle, he was exceptionally charming, with a comforting demeanor that made one’s very bones feel soft,

"Don’t be afraid. I’ll turn on the light." Julian Rathborne reached out to switch on the wall lamp.

But in the next second, the shapely woman threw herself at him, passionately hugging him.

Julian Rathborne felt it; she was barely dressed.

Actually, just thinking about what Sean Dawson had said, how she used to please Sean Dawson, a surge of anger welled in Julian Rathborne’s chest. He was quite bothered.

But he really liked her.

He couldn’t say how much, probably enough to forget her past, wanting to own her present and future.

Julian Rathborne’s eyes immediately tinted with a few traces of desire, he reached to embrace the woman’s shoulders. "Why so passionate today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Julian Rathborne’s hand suddenly stiffened because he knew something was off.

This woman wasn’t right!

He had only touched Seraphina, and he was very familiar with her touch. This wasn’t Seraphina!

Just as Julian Rathborne was about to push this woman away, the next second, "click"—his room door opened.

Bright light from outside spilled in, illuminating everyone’s sight. Julian Rathborne looked up and saw Seraphina by the door.

Seraphina was standing by the door now, "Julian..."

Seraphina couldn’t finish her sentence because she saw what was happening in the room. Cherry, in lace lingerie, was cuddled in Julian Rathborne’s arms, with Julian still embracing her. His eyes, just moments ago, were filled with intense desire.

Seraphina stood frozen at the door, her pupils contracting, not expecting to see this scene.

"Swipe"—Julian Rathborne’s handsome face completely changed. He immediately looked down at the woman in his arms, and it was Cherry.

Cherry was still clinging tightly to him, not letting go, and she cooed, "Mister~"

"Julian Rathborne, you really gave me a good show!" Seraphina turned and left.

Julian Rathborne wanted to chase after her, but Cherry clung to him, writhing and pouting, "Mister, don’t go~"

Julian Rathborne’s face had turned unsightly. He now smelled the perfume on Cherry, the artificial scent making him want to vomit. His personal cleanliness compelled him to want a shower.

Every place she had touched, he wanted to scrub repeatedly, to feel clean.

"Get off!" Julian Rathborne flung Cherry aside.