Chapter 310 Seraphina's Hot Body
"Seraphina, have you ever wondered how much Sebastian really loves you?" Cecilia took a deep breath and asked her in the calmest tone.
"What do you mean?" Seraphina asked.
"If a man truly loves you, he shouldn't be indifferent to you marrying another man, or even willing to let it happen. Of course, there are exceptions, like Dashiell, but Dashiell accepted your departure because you didn't love him. However, two people who truly love each other can't just let go like that," Cecilia said word by word.
Seraphina retorted, "That's because Sebastian doesn't want me to get hurt! Do you know? Dashiell threatened me with his car accident, saying he would make me go to jail. Sebastian agreed because he didn't want to see me go to jail!"
"Then what about last night? Watching you get drugged and then just walking away? Do you think that's how a man who loves you should act?" Cecilia said.
Seraphina was at a loss for words.
She thought, 'Why did Sebastian leave?'
"You must have refused Dashiell many times last night, right?" Cecilia asked.
Seraphina bit her lip.
Last night she kept begging Dashiell to take her to Sebastian's side.
"But did Dashiell agree?" Cecilia added.
She thought, 'Of course not.
'If he had agreed, I wouldn't be feeling so suffering.'
"What does that tell you? It shows that any man has possessiveness and wouldn't allow the woman he loves to sleep with another man. However, Sebastian didn't care. He left you alone in the hotel. Do you really think he loves you?" Cecilia's tone was clearly aggressive.
Seraphina's eyes turned red.
She said, "I don't believe that Sebastian doesn't love me. In this world, besides you, Sebastian is the person I trust the most. I feel like I've been abandoned by the whole world, including Atticus, but Sebastian wouldn't abandon me. Everything he's doing now is to protect me, not what you're saying!"
Seraphina's voice choked up.
Cecilia lightly pressed her lips together.
Many words that were on the tip of her tongue, she swallowed back down.
Actually, Dashiell's concerns weren't without reason.
Seraphina might look like a fiery force of nature, brimming with confidence and energy, but inside, she was incredibly sensitive and vulnerable. That was why she had put up this facade of indifference—to appear tough and unbreakable, protecting herself from deep hurt. And when she did get hurt, it was a massive blow.
"I'm just raising my concerns," Cecilia said, her tone softening. "But you should definitely get the full story from Sebastian. You need to clear this up."
Seraphina remained silent, tears streaming down her face.
"Alright, stop crying," Cecilia said soothingly, trying to shift the focus. "What's done is done. You've got to move forward. Besides, with Dashiell, you've got it pretty good. He's got a lot going for him, after all."
"Cecilia, are you blind? Which part of Dashiell's life do you think is better than mine?!" Seraphina's anger flared up again.
The one thing one could say about Seraphina was that she never held grudges. No matter how she was treated, Seraphina would be over it in no time.
"Have you seen my body? Do you have any idea how desirable I am?
"I wouldn't know. Maybe you should ask Dashiell. He might have some insights."
"Cecilia!" Seraphina was on the verge of exploding.
Cecilia's teasing wasn't helping.
"Forget it," Seraphina said, fed up. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."
She slammed the phone down and buried herself under the covers, trying to get some rest. But within seconds, she shot up from her bed.
She thought, 'Cecilia is right. I need to figure out what happened last night.'
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Seraphina dialed Sebastian's number. He never picked up within the first three rings, and today was no different.
When he finally answered, he said, "Seraphina."
"Sebastian, can we meet? I need to talk to you."
"Sure," he replied immediately. "I actually have something I need to discuss with you too."
"Where should we meet?"
"Let's do it at the café next to our office."
"Alright."
Seraphina ended the call abruptly.
She quickly changed into a sharp yet stylish business outfit, applied a light touch of makeup, and opened the door.
Outside her room, Dashiell and Lucy appeared to have had breakfast. They were seated on the couch, with Lucy holding a foreign language book and seemingly consulting Dashiell.
Dashiell was attentively helping her, clearly correcting her less-than-perfect pronunciation.
As soon as Seraphina emerged, Lucy greeted her warmly. "Ms. Everhart, are you feeling better? Would you like some breakfast? I can make it for you."
"No." Seraphina's tone was frosty.
"Ms. Everhart, where are you heading? Are you going to work? Will you be back for lunch or dinner?" Lucy asked.
"Why are you asking so many questions?!" Seraphina snapped, irritation evident in her voice.
"I just wanted to know when you might be home for a meal. Mr. Rainier mentioned you like French cuisine. I actually know a lot about it, so if you're home, I'd love to cook for you." Lucy's voice carried a hint of hurt.
Seraphina felt a pang of guilt. Damn it.
She thought, 'Who would have thought Lucy's questions about meals were actually meant to cater to my preferences? I had thought Lucy was just annoyed by my presence.'
"I won't be coming back for a long time." Seraphina answered abruptly.
Lucy was taken aback. Given what she knew of Seraphina, she'd expected Seraphina to ignore the questions altogether. The sudden response threw her off.
"Didn't you hear me? I said I won't be back for dinner, so no need to bother with French cuisine!" Seraphina's irritation flared again.
Lucy was at a loss, not quite understanding why Seraphina was so upset.
"Alright," Lucy replied quickly.
Seraphina shot Lucy one last glance, not wanting to engage further, and stepped out the door.
Once outside, Lucy returned to the couch.
She observed that Dashiell seemed rather accustomed to Seraphina's mood swings, showing little reaction.
As she picked up the foreign language book to ask about a word's pronunciation, she suddenly remembered something. "Oh, Mr. Rainier, you have some of Ms. Everhart's red marks on your sheets. Should I change them?"
"Just changed them recently. No need for now." Dashiell replied casually.
In reality, his ears were flushed red.
Lucy secretly smiled, purposely ignoring the faint smile on Dashiell's face.
She thought, 'Although I don't particularly like Ms. Everhart, I have to admit that Ms. Everhart has an incredible figure.
'When I opened the door this morning and saw Ms. Everhart's naked form, even as a woman, I found it quite tempting. No wonder Mr. Rainier would be so satisfied.'
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