CHAPTER 907: CHAPTER 907: BE GOOD, OBEY

Crash, Sean Dawson fell onto the soft carpet.

Seraphina Linden watched Sean fall and felt the pain herself. She was afraid he might wake up from the fall, so she quickly ran over to check, only to find Sean had fallen asleep.

She let out a big sigh of relief.

Just then, a large, well-defined hand reached over, grasping her slender wrist firmly and pulling her hard, causing her to fall flat on the man’s muscular thighs.

Julian Rathborne sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out with his big hand to smack her butt.

Smack.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed throughout the room and exploded in Seraphina Linden’s ears.

He actually slapped her butt!

She had never been spanked growing up.

As legendary as she was, she couldn’t believe she had been spanked.

Having reached this age, she was still spanked.

The fiery pain on her butt seemed to ignite her fair skin, and her face flushed like it was burning.

At that moment, the low, magnetic voice of the man sounded in her ears, carrying a severe reprimand, "Will you behave from now on?"

"..."

This pervert!

What did he take her for, to scold her like this?

He had really changed!

"Julian Rathborne, don’t hit me, let me go!" Seraphina Linden struggled hard.

As she struggled, her little bottom wiggled, cute like a little cat dance, innocent yet enticing.

"Wiggle that butt again!" He gave her another slap.

Only then did Seraphina Linden realize how ambiguous the situation was; she was lying on his muscular thighs like a little girl, accepting his lesson.

"Julian Rathborne, let me up first."

"Will you behave?"

"... I will."

"Will you listen to me from now on?"

"... Yes."

Only then was Julian Rathborne satisfied, lifting her up.

Seraphina Linden wanted to run, but Julian Rathborne had already pushed her back onto the bed, reaching to pull off her towel.

Instantly, Seraphina Linden protected herself, "Julian Rathborne, what... what are you doing?"

Julian Rathborne leisurely curled his thin lips, "The last herbal remedy you gave me worked wonders, I think I’m cured. Let’s try again."

What?

"Julian... Mmph!"

...

Deep into the night, Seraphina Linden was exhausted and fell asleep. Julian Rathborne stood on the balcony lighting a cigarette, as people say, a cigarette after the act is like being in paradise, and that was absolutely true.

After feeling the cool breeze, he turned and went back into the room; the woman was already asleep, her breathing becoming soft.

Standing tall by the bed, he looked at her, then lifted the quilt and got on the bed, lying down beside her.

The woman slept facing away from him; he reached out a strong arm to encircle her soft, slender waist and turned her to face him.

He looked at her little face, so bright and striking just like years ago, but now tired out, her little face flushed like a blooming red rose, deeply asleep.

This naughty little thing was inherently mischievous, outwitting any man. Only by giving her a proper scolding would she show such an obedient and soft side.

Julian Rathborne held his handsome brow as he kissed her red lips, the feel so wonderful that he went for another deep kiss.

In her sleep, she didn’t resist, allowing him to do as he pleased.

At this moment, Seraphina Linden moaned slightly, as if about to wake up.

Julian Rathborne quickly let go of her, pretending to be asleep.

No sound came to his ears, she didn’t wake up, so Julian Rathborne opened his eyes again, a large hand threading through her hair. He propped himself up with a muscular arm, cradling her face as he kissed her lips, which enchanted him.

His muscles tensed piece by piece; after all these years, only she could give him such a wonderful feeling...

"Seraphina." He softly called her name by her ear.

...

Seraphina Linden had a very, very long dream, where she was born as the Princess of Alani, with the matriarch constantly telling her that Alani was her responsibility.

She didn’t understand what responsibility was.

She loved sitting on the swing with maids pushing her from behind; feeling like a caged bird curious about the outside world, she wanted them to push higher, just to see a glimpse of that world.

Later, she escaped, leveling up through challenges, becoming a legend.

Later again, she suddenly thought about becoming a mother.

So she searched the global gene pool for the most perfect genes, which was Julian Rathborne’s.

That night, she went to steal Julian Rathborne’s genes.

But something unexpected happened.

In the hotel room, she lay on the soft bed, Julian Rathborne pressed above her, kissing her.

Julian Rathborne’s tall body pressed against her delicate form, forming a most ambiguous posture. Looking at him, she wanted to hide, but he whispered by her ear, "Be good, listen."

She didn’t know what to do. He swooped down and captured her red lips.

He kissed for a long time, seeming to particularly enjoy this game of lip pursuit.

Her mouth and heart filled with sweetness, and at that moment, her small hand was clasped by his. His slender fingers interlaced with hers, slowly intertwining.

He asked, "What is your name?"

She inexplicably got scared and fled in panic.

Her long, sweeping eyelashes trembled slightly, and Seraphina Linden opened her eyes.

Now it was already the next morning.

The magnificent morning light filtered through layers of sheer curtains, filling the room with warmth. Her watery eyes sparkled; it was obvious she had a romantic dream.

Last night, Julian Rathborne entered her dream, where they spent an intimate night.

Seraphina Linden moved, trying to get up, but then she realized she was still held tightly within a warm and well-built chest. Looking up, she saw Julian Rathborne’s handsome face magnified in her view.

He hadn’t left but had slept holding her all night.

Seraphina Linden raised her fingers, gently tracing over his perfectly handsome features. This man was truly handsome.

Perhaps she was getting older; they say women at forty are like wolves and tigers. Without a man by her side for a long time, her body began to feel empty and lonely. Faced with his forceful yet irresistible advances last night, not only did she half-heartedly resist, but she also ended up having an erotic dream.

--A Daily Story of the Crawfords--

Jude Crawford married Isabelle Willow in their fourth year together; he fulfilled his promise to marry her as his wife, Mrs. Crawford, once she grew up.

Isabelle Willow donned a white wedding dress, and just before walking down the red carpet, she dismissed everyone, slowly pulling out a pen to start drawing.

Although the sweetness of this life was fleeting, she felt it wasn’t enough. Recalling the painful love from the past life still made her heart ache bitterly.

Soon, a figure appeared vividly on the paper.

It was a middle-aged man, over fifty, wearing a casual gray thin sweater, standing alone under the retro palace lantern in the corridor. It was a back view, heavy and weathered, with gray hair at the temples.

That was the Jude Crawford of her past life.

Isabelle Willow put down the pen, looking at his lonely back, tears instantly streaming down her face.

This was her love.