CHAPTER 918: CHAPTER 918: SERAPHINA, I MISS YOU

Seraphina Linden froze, as if struck by a bolt from the blue. She... she couldn’t believe it, she actually didn’t love money anymore? She... she actually fell in love with Julian Rathborne, that man?

"How is that possible?" Seraphina immediately retorted.

"Big boss, you’re panicking, you’re really panicking! It’s over, the boss is actually starting to play with feelings."

"I’m not!"

"Then prove it to me now, boss. Come back, hurry back, leave that man-stuff behind, isn’t making money appealing to you anymore?"

"..." Seraphina slammed the table, standing up. "Charmaine, just wait, I’ll prove it to you right now, I’m heading back now!"

"Alright then, the little servant will immediately prepare a private jet for the big boss, welcoming Your Highness’s return with joy." Charmaine happily hung up the phone.

Seraphina put down the phone, she was really planning to go back, she needed to prove herself.

Let’s start packing.

However, it seemed she didn’t bring any clothes.

Then I’ll just take my phone and leave.

Seraphina picked up her phone and swaggered out. A few maids saw her, and she immediately shouted, "Tell your sir I’m not waiting for him anymore, I’m leaving!"

Julian Rathborne had bought her, and Julian Rathborne had said that without his permission, she couldn’t take a step outside here.

So, these maids definitely wouldn’t let her leave.

Seraphina stood there, waiting for the maids to hold her back.

But the maids respectfully said, "Alright, Miss Linden, we will inform sir, you may leave."

"..." Seraphina froze, they... actually let her leave?

Seraphina was silent for a few seconds, then rushed to the door, she was about to leave, but then she stopped and turned to look at the maids, "You all..."

"Miss Linden, do you have any other instructions, would you like us to prepare a car to take you?"

"..." Seraphina froze at the door, her face full of embarrassment, silently screaming for someone to hold her back, yet no one did.

The atmosphere was at a standstill, Seraphina really wanted to leave, but it seemed there was a force holding her back here, she couldn’t take a step.

"Forget it, I’m not leaving." Seraphina ran back upstairs.

...

In the room upstairs, Seraphina locked herself inside, refusing to see anyone. She was like an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth anxiously. Could it be... she didn’t really love money and had fallen for Julian Rathborne?

The phone kept ringing, it was Charmaine calling.

Seraphina didn’t answer, didn’t dare to answer.

At this moment, she actually felt a bit scared.

Seraphina sat annoyed on the carpet by the bed, curling herself up. She scratched her long hair, realizing she wasn’t her usual self these days.

Perhaps she should admit, she really liked Julian Rathborne.

"Ding" a message from Charmaine arrived, big boss, heard you didn’t board the plane, may I ask what’s going on?

Seraphina didn’t reply, definitely not replying, she wouldn’t tell Charmaine that she wanted to stay and wait for Julian Rathborne to come back.

Seraphina took out her phone, scrolling to Julian Rathborne’s number, wondering what he was busy with now.

Should I give him a call?

He hasn’t called her once, why should she take the initiative to call him?

No call.

But...

Seraphina felt she was starting to think about him a little bit.

Forget it, better make a call.

Being proactive isn’t a big deal.

Seraphina’s fingers moved, dialing Julian Rathborne’s number.

The melodious ringtone sounded on the other end, then was slowly picked up, that familiar rich voice came through, "Hello, Seraphina."

When his warm voice reached her ear, Seraphina felt her restless heart finally calm down. Yet, she also felt a bit wronged; he just left after spending the night, leaving her here worried. She didn’t know he could be so bad.

Seraphina rested her chin on her drawn-up knees, her watery eyes turning red, was she going to cry?

Probably yes.

Love is the fragile luxury in this world. She was born with her own mission; along the way, she played with many things, saw many beautiful sceneries, but never encountered love.

She dared not give her heart sincerely, dared not let herself learn to be weak and dependent.

But then she met Julian Rathborne.

Though not encountered in the most beautiful years, he appeared neither early nor late.

The aura on him, the inadvertent warmth he showed, all made her fond and infatuated.

Seraphina tightly held the phone, softly replying, "Mm."

The man on the other end lifted the corners of his lips in a smile, his rich voice already spilling with joyful laughter, "I’ll be back tomorrow."

Seraphina bit her red lips, said nothing.

The two stayed silent for a moment, listening to each other’s shallow breathing. Finally, Seraphina heard him softly say, "Seraphina, I miss you."

Seraphina’s fingers curled as she buried her little face in her knees, she laughed.

Love is indeed not a good thing; her crying and laughing appearance resembling a fool.

...

The next morning, Seraphina had been awake for a while, because Julian Rathborne was coming back today, she was going to the airport to pick him up.

She set off right away, taking a car all the way to the airport. Just then, she saw some commotion ahead.

A sudden sharp braking sound rang out, someone screamed, "Ah, there’s been an accident, someone had an accident here!"

There was an accident outside the airport!

Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly having a very bad premonition, she quickly ran forward.

A crowd had already gathered here, pointing and discussing.

"This man just came out of the airport lobby, very handsome, who would have thought he’d be hit just like that."

Seraphina’s steps froze, she couldn’t move a step further.

She saw blood, vivid red blood flowing over, through the crowd she vaguely saw a person lying on the ground, wearing a black wool coat...

When he went out, he seemed to be wearing a black wool coat.

Long, fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, her watery eyes suddenly turned red, and her body felt cold.

It felt like someone had pushed her into a cold pool, she was submerged in icy water, bone-chillingly cold.

She couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t catch her breath.

Is it him?

How could he... have an accident?

Seraphina moved slightly, wanting to step forward and take a look, but her feet felt like a thousand pounds, rooted to the spot.

She dared not advance.

If... it was Julian Rathborne, what would she do?

Her eyes became hot, large tears began to fall.

Glittering tears hung on her cheeks, her trembling shoulders shimmered, slowly raising her hands to cover her wet face.

The inner pain and sadness surged like a landslide and tsunami.

Julian Rathborne.

Just then, a familiar rich voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, "Seraphina, why are you crying?"

Seraphina...

Why are you crying...

This voice...