Seraphina Linden’s eyes narrowed; she hadn’t expected such a big reaction from him just because she flirted lightly with him. It turned out he’s like a desperate ghost who hasn’t touched a woman in years. Seraphina’s eyes shone with some cleverness, making it much easier to handle. Julian Rathborne didn’t close his eyes; he just looked at her, watching as she fluttered her enchanting eyes at him, both dark and moist, gazing with a hint of surprise and some adorable naivety, quite alluring. Julian slowly closed his handsome eyes. Seeing she had no resistance, he then pressed against her teeth barrier. Seraphina let out a soft cry of pain because his teeth bumped against her lips. Julian quickly released her, with his large hand braced against the wall beside her, his voice low as he said, "Sorry..." He had no experience. The only experience was that night. That night, both had clear intentions, and being unfamiliar, there wasn’t this kind of tension. Now Julian seemed a bit clumsy, his gentle lowered eyes carrying an air of elegance, the ambiance of an aristocrat was very clean, with a bit of embarrassment, he muttered a sorry. Seraphina thought his "sorry" sounded so nice it could make one’s ears pregnant. She wrapped her arms around his neck, teasing in a soft voice, "Mr. Rathborne, do you even know how?" Julian pursed his thin lips, not speaking. Seraphina drew closer, "Then, let me teach you." This time, she initiated the kiss. Julian embraced her soft waist, holding her in his arms, then closed his eyes. The two kissed for quite a while, their ears filled with the sound of water, making them blushingly embarrassed. Seraphina pulled away, burying her face in his chest, "Mr. Rathborne, I haven’t showered yet, I want to take a shower first." Julian opened his eyes, his clear phoenix eyes tinged with a fiery sentiment, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down as he suppressed the urge to continue kissing. All adults, they could probably understand that showering was the first step of a happy event. Julian let her go, his voice hoarse, "Go ahead." Seraphina looked at him reluctantly, "Or, shall we shower together?" Julian’s eyes darkened, and he reached out to grab her. Seraphina laughed and jumped back a step, running her hand through her dark chestnut hair by her cheek, with a charming smile, "Mr. Rathborne, you can’t even take a joke, I tricked you, I’ll shower mine, and you do yours, wait for me, okay?" With that, Seraphina went into the shower. Watching her slender figure disappear from his sight, Julian felt his throat like hot coals had rolled over it. He also vaguely sensed something wasn’t right; tonight, he had said he would teach her a lesson, yet now he seemed to be led on by her? In his mind was still the kiss from just now, making him feel like he needed a cold shower, so he headed into the shower next door. A few minutes later, Julian came out, having showered, he strode into the room. The room was very quiet, but the soft large bed was covered with a duvet, and under the duvet was a bulge that looked like a slender figure. He immediately furrowed his appealing sword-like eyebrows, wouldn’t she suffocate this way? However, she was already lying on the bed waiting for him. Julian had also reflected on himself earlier; over the years, many socialites and daughters of wealthy families surrounded him, yet none moved him. Why then was he seemingly bewitched by Seraphina Linden? Perhaps because he adhered strictly to etiquette since childhood, he mostly encountered well-bred ladies, while Seraphina was lively and playful, bold and vivid, immediately capturing his attention. A smirk tugged at Julian’s thin lips as he approached the bed, reached out his hand, and lifted the duvet, "Seraphina..." His words abruptly stopped because underneath the duvet wasn’t a person, but two pillows. The two pillows were placed together, forming the shape of a person. The key point was, even with a note on one, the note bore dainty lively handwriting, Mr. Rathborne, your inflatable doll, I hope you have fun. Julian’s handsome face suddenly darkened; she had tricked him! All her advances, the kiss from before was fake, she just wanted to escape. She played the honey trap quite well! The note had more writing, several lines down, at the very bottom saying, just teasing you, don’t take it seriously, Mr. Rathborne, this is your real treat. Below the note was a small card, featuring a scantily clad woman offering in-room service at the hotel, 200 yuan for a night, full-service to ensure your satisfaction. Julian’s handsome temple twitched, he reached out a fair clean hand to crumple the note and the small card into a ball and tossed them into the trash can, that woman! One hand on his hip, the other unbuttoning his shirt collar in anger; this woman was not to be underestimated! Thɪs chapter is updated by novelFɪre.net Soon, he fished out his phone from his pocket, "Find out where she is and bring her back!" The whole club was smashed, the gigolos crouched in the corners holding their heads, and the madam lay on the floor trembling. At this time, a steady sound of footsteps approached, someone had arrived. The madam quickly looked up, seeing Julian Rathborne emerge, striding forcefully away, and all the dark-suited bodyguards had left. Outside, four Rolls-Royce luxury cars sped away. Finally, the devil left! The madam breathed a huge sigh of relief, it didn’t matter, her club was still standing, she could remodel it again tomorrow. At this moment, the club’s door pushed open again, a chill swept in. Could it be that devil returned? The madam turned quickly, but in the next second, she relaxed; only three people had entered, without the grandiose scene before. Jude Crawford was here, accompanied by Butler Thorne and a personal assistant. The madam looked at Jude Crawford, the man donned in a black coat, exuding a deep, restrained aura with his eagle-like narrow eyes sweeping through the room, full of authority and fierce resolve from years of mingling in the business world. The madam’s eyes lit up; this man was just as handsome as the devil before, quite a match, both far surpassing all the gigolos here, but maybe this man was a bit kinder than the savage devil from before. "Sir, hello, there was a little accident here, but no worries, please come upstairs, I will call out my prettiest girls," the madam eagerly reopened for business. Jude Crawford glanced at the madam, then subtly curved his thin lips, "Alright, I’ll be upstairs waiting, bring the prettiest girls you have." Jude Crawford went upstairs with Butler Thorne and the personal assistant, entering a luxurious room. Isabelle Willow was still in the club; it was simple, she hadn’t managed to escape earlier.