CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 73: JULIAN LAWSON, I’M DISGUSTED

Julian Lawson’s kisses trailed downwards, stopping at the mole near Serena Sterling’s heart as he held her.

At that moment, he heard her voice.

"I don’t want this," she said.

He didn’t stop.

"Are you going to force me?" she pushed him, her hands tangled in his hair.

He paused slightly, but still didn’t want to let go.

"Serena, what happened in Frelia was an accident; we can have another child," he said.

His body reacted intensely, his whole being aflame, so he could only hold her tightly.

"If you want to do that, go to Vera Hansen then," her voice was full of sorrow.

"Haven’t you two been together all this time?"

"Probably you have,"

Her voice trembled with tears, "Julian Lawson, don’t bully me."

"I feel it’s dirty."

She cried even more fiercely.

Her chest heaved continuously, she was very upset.

Julian Lawson wanted to say nothing happened with Vera Hansen, not what she thought.

But she was convinced, so what was the use of speaking again.

Forget it.

Julian Lawson frowned deeply, and in the end, couldn’t bear to let her be more upset.

He sat up, looking at her disheveled appearance on the bed.

Desire had not waned at all, he withdrew his hand from her clothing, turning away.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he closed his eyes, desperately enduring.

Moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating the room brightly.

As her sobs gradually subsided, he helplessly glanced at a certain place on himself.

The bed shifted, and Serena sat up.

She buttoned the blouse he had unfastened, pulled up her pants, wiped her tears, and buttoned her shirt one by one silently.

Only to find some buttons had been torn off and fallen somewhere.

"You can buy a new one later," Julian Lawson said looking at Serena.

Her lips were slightly swollen, still bearing the traces of his kisses.

The desire that had just subsided slightly, rose again.

He clenched his fists tightly, struggling to control himself.

She didn’t look at him, just turned over to get off the bed.

He understood her intention; she still wanted to leave.

"Do you really have to go?" Julian Lawson asked, restraining himself.

Serena’s response was to stand up.

But she swayed a little.

Julian Lawson angrily pulled her to sit down.

"Grandma wants us to stay the night at the manor!" he warned.

"I don’t want to," Serena said coldly, "If you try to force me, Julian Lawson, I will look down on you!"

Anger surged through him, and he glanced down at himself.

As she turned to get up again, he was just about to angrily say something when suddenly, the phone vibrated.

It was Vera Hansen calling.

Julian Lawson slightly frowned, hesitated for a moment, but eventually answered.

"Brother Julian," Vera’s voice carried a hint of suppressed emotion, she spoke cautiously, "I heard... you went back to Moonlight Manor with Serena tonight, is that right?"

"Yeah," he replied.

Quite a few people knew he and Serena had returned; it was normal for Vera to know too.

"Are you with her right now?" Vera’s voice had a slight choke.

"Are you... spending the night together?"

Julian Lawson didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

Originally, they were supposed to spend the night together.

But Serena was unwilling.

But none of this was necessary for Vera to know.

With his silence, Vera began to cry.

Julian Lawson remained silent, unsure how to speak, or what to say.

Vera cried for quite a while, then suddenly, she began to cough.

"Cough, cough..."

Heavy coughing came from the other end of the line, accompanied by some broken retching sounds.

"Brother Julian, I feel terrible, and I’m in so much pain..."

As she spoke, Julian Lawson’s phone vibrated with a message. He glanced at it; Vera had sent a photo.

The picture showed Vera crying, her face full of tears, and her lips seemed to have just been wiped, but not cleanly, and there were still traces of blood at the corners.

Vera had coughed up blood.

On the phone, Vera cried and said, "Brother Julian, could you come to see me?"

"I’m really suffering."

Frowning, Julian Lawson closed his eyes.

"Okay,"

he finally said.

Serena was standing right there, Julian made no attempt to hide the phone call from her.

So, she was fully aware that Vera was calling for him.

"Aren’t you going to her?" Serena said, "I know you want to."

With tightly pressed lips, Julian Lawson stared coldly at Serena.

He wanted to say he was only going because of Vera’s illness.

But seeing the disgust in her eyes, he swallowed all his words.

Getting up, changing his clothes, Julian Lawson took the car keys and left the room straight away.

But, at the entrance, he took one last look at Serena’s closed room door before turning away and leaving the villa.

...

It wasn’t until Serena saw Julian Lawson leave that she let out a breath.

She rushed over to lock the door from the inside, then dragged the nearby table over to barricade it before sitting on the floor powerlessly.

Serena clutched tightly at her collar, still carrying Julian Lawson’s scent.

She knew Julian Lawson wasn’t wrong; there was no way she could return in her intoxicated state, so she’d have to stay here tonight.

Despite being legally married, despite their countless passionate days and nights together, and even having two children in the past,

He now had Vera Hansen, and was going to her driven by desire, which he would follow through with later...

Even knowing all this, she didn’t want it.

She had long ceased wanting him.

...

Julian Lawson walked all the way to the car, just sitting in the driver’s seat when Butler Wyatt hurried over.

"Young master, young master, where are you going?" Butler Wyatt asked anxiously, "The old lady specially instructed that young master and young mistress should stay the night at the manor."

Julian Lawson paused slightly, rolling down the car window.

Butler Wyatt’s wrinkled old face appeared clearer.

"There’s something I need to do," Julian Lawson said, "I’ll be back tomorrow morning to join grandfather and grandmother for breakfast."

Butler Wyatt grew more agitated.

"Young master, this isn’t just about having breakfast,"

Butler Wyatt said, "The old lady wants you and the young mistress to reconcile."

Reconcile...

Julian Lawson envisioned Serena’s tearful eyes once more.

He lowered his eyes slightly, not responding.

"Young master, you can’t do this, if you leave, I won’t have an explanation to give the old lady," Butler Wyatt said.

"You don’t need to tell grandmother," Julian Lawson started the car, "I’ll be back in the morning."

Finished speaking, Julian Lawson reversed the car, steering clear of Butler Wyatt, and drove away.

"Young master, young master!"

Behind him was Butler Wyatt’s call, but Julian Lawson just glanced in the rearview mirror and left the place.

The Bentley raced through the nighttime road, Julian Lawson staring ahead, unsure of his own feelings, he only felt cluttered.

Everything was chaotic.

His heart was a mess.

He couldn’t sort everything out.

Could only blindly try to resolve some issues.

This was an unprecedented situation.

In business, he had always been meticulous and decisive, but this time, he couldn’t.

It seemed everything was slowly spiraling out of his control.

This whole situation filled him with fear.

Julian Lawson took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing these distractions.

Vera’s illness was severe; he needed to check on her.

He drove all the way to the building below Vera’s home.

Parking, heading upstairs, ringing the doorbell.

Then, Vera opened the door.