CHAPTER 916: CHAPTER 916: MARRY ME AND BE MY MRS. RATHBORNE

"What did he say?"

"Warming the bed... sharing a bed?"

Seraphina Linden looked at him, shocked. How had he become this wicked recently? Who on earth had led him astray?

"I don’t want to!" Seraphina quickly refused, "Julian Rathborne, you have plenty of maids. Just pick one to warm your bed!"

There were so many maids in his private villa to serve him, plenty of choices, she wasn’t necessary at all!

Julian Rathborne knew she didn’t care about him; earlier, she had pushed women into his room, and now she couldn’t wait to shove one into his bed!

"I don’t want them, I want you, after all... you’re the most expensive one among them. Fifty billion can get any woman, Seraphina, you must be utilized to your fullest value here!"

"..." Seraphina was speechless, "I don’t want it! I just don’t! Julian Rathborne, I hate you!"

Julian didn’t want to hear her talk at the moment. He cupped her small face with his big hands and lowered his head to kiss her.

Seraphina’s pupils contracted, and she struggled fiercely.

But the position of the two was extremely suggestive now; her struggle seemed like an indirect invitation, which only provoked Julian to kiss her more urgently.

Fuming, Seraphina opened her mouth and bit the corner of his lips.

She bit so hard that she broke his skin, and the sweet iron taste of blood quickly spread in both their mouths.

Julian winced in pain and released her, his hands propped up beside her as he looked down at her from above, "Why did you bite me?"

Seraphina frowned, "There’s a woman’s scent on you, it’s disgusting, don’t touch me, go take a shower."

Julian was a severe germaphobe, it was impossible for him to have any scent on him unless it was left by that Cherry from earlier.

Julian snorted coldly, "And what? The scent on me isn’t your fault?"

"What do you mean?" Seraphina fluttered her lashes, "Julian Rathborne, are you saying that I was the one who pushed Cherry into your arms?"

"Looks like you have a bit of self-awareness, Seraphina. You refused to wear the lingerie; fine, but why let Cherry wear it? Do you know how disgusted I was when she rushed over to hug me?" Julian furrowed his handsome eyebrows into a sharp "V."

Seraphina froze, what did this mean? She’d picked up on something fishy, "Did that Cherry tell you it was me who let her in wearing lingerie?"

"Isn’t it true?"

"Of course not, I didn’t, I never let her in!" Seraphina quickly denied it. She hated being wrongfully accused the most in her life. Ever since entering this villa, she really had become a pushover, allowing everyone to step on her.

Julian paused, realizing that Cherry might have lied. He looked at Seraphina suspiciously, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it’s true! Julian Rathborne, think about it, what good would it do me to let Cherry into your room? Do I want to find a stepmother for Serena, or do I think Serena’s inheritance is too much and I want you to have a son to fight over it?"

Julian believed her; the Seraphina he knew wouldn’t dare refuse to admit things she had done.

She hadn’t pushed Cherry into his room.

Julian immediately felt the oppressive grievance in his chest dissipate. He raised an eyebrow, "Seems like you have your eye on my money."

"..." Seraphina was perplexed, did she make it that obvious?

Julian curled his thin lips into a smile, having caught her fatal weakness, "But even without Cherry, there will be other women, and Serena will still have a stepmother. If I really have a son, there will still be someone to fight Serena for the inheritance. Seraphina, what do you say to that?"

Seraphina paused. Yes, that was indeed a problem.

But how was she to know what to do?

At this moment, Julian leaned down, burying his handsome face in her long hair and took a deep breath; she smelled wonderful, with a natural orchid body fragrance that could not be compared to Cherry’s artificial perfume.

"Seraphina, why don’t... you marry me, and if you can, give me a son," Julian’s deep voice coaxed.

Seraphina’s mind exploded with a "boom," as if she couldn’t think; she stared at him in a daze. What did he say?

"Wouldn’t that be good? Look, I’m so rich, the world’s wealthiest man, and there are too many women after me. I’m a normal man, strong and healthy, I have needs too. If one day I can’t control myself, can’t reject temptation, and really end up with another woman, what will you do, what will Serena do?"

Seraphina’s fluttering lashes blinked continuously. That’s the logic, "But... but, I never thought about getting married..."

Julian’s thin lips landed lightly on her cheek, tenderly kissed, now the room’s light was soft and hazy, making him especially gentle and charming. His magnetic, alluring voice resonated in every corner of the room like whispers shared between a husband and wife.

"Then why don’t you think about it now, marry me, become my Mrs. Rathborne, that way you gain another profession, which is being a wife, another challenge for you."

Seraphina didn’t know if it was the enticing lights or the spellbinding charm of the man above her, she just felt dizzy, unable to utter her refusals.

It was like he was leading her along.

At this point, she felt his hands on her, undoing her clothes, the exposed skin chilly, causing her to press against his large hands in a panic, "Julian Rathborne, don’t..."

Julian kissed her neck, "Right, besides being my Mrs. Rathborne, you also have a new job – my personal finance expert. I’ll place all my assets, all my money, in your hands."

Wha...what?

Seraphina suddenly felt like her weak spot had been hit, her hands powerless, money, oh no, a gold mine.

He wanted to hand all his money to her.

My God, he was the wealthiest man in the world!

Just then, Seraphina felt a pain on her person, "bang," her head bumped into the headboard.

Before she could utter her pain, a large hand was already soothing her head, "Sorry, did I hurt you? I’ll be more gentle..."

Seraphina felt her entire body turning to water, hurriedly closing her eyes.

Julian brushed back her bangs softly, perspiring lightly, he continued, "Didn’t you love money the most? There’s no joy in making money, counting money is where the fun is. As long as you marry me, you can stay home and count money every day, you’ll count until your hand goes weak."

This time, Seraphina opened her eyes, her gaze was enchanting as silk, her voice already tinged with a few tones of allure, insisting, "Nonsense, I won’t count until my hands go weak!"