Chapter 504 Sober
Dashiell remained silent for a long time before finally standing up from the couch.
He followed the trail of clothes scattered on the floor, heading towards his bedroom.
His leg was mostly healed now; as long as he didn't overdo it, he was pretty much back to normal.
He stopped in front of Seraphina, taking in her flushed face and heavy breathing.
Yeah, she was definitely drunk.
He hesitated for a second, then bent down and said, "You're in the wrong place."
Dashiell's eyes flickered.
Out of nowhere, Seraphina hooked her arm around his neck.
Caught off guard, he tumbled onto her.
He tried to brace himself with his hands to avoid touching her, but Seraphina had already pressed her lips to his.
Dashiell's Adam's apple bobbed noticeably.
Seraphina's eyes fluttered open, but her gaze was hazy.
Her kiss deepened.
Dashiell clenched his fists, not making a move, but not pushing her away either.
Seraphina's kiss grew more intense.
She clung to Dashiell, and kissing wasn't enough anymore. She started tugging at his clothes, her lips moving from his mouth to his face, his neck, and even...
Dashiell's clenched fists began to relax.
The distance he tried to keep between them started to vanish.
His head nestled in the crook of her neck.
Despite the strong scent of her perfume, he could still catch her familiar scent.
Even after all this time, it was still vivid in his memory.
His lips, reddened by Seraphina's bites, finally became proactive.
The room started to heat up.
Their breaths grew heavier.
Until a soft voice murmured, "Sebastian...", and everything seemed to suddenly freeze.
All the heat vanished in an instant.
Dashiell let go of the now aroused Seraphina.
Her face was even redder, her body more alluring, but Dashiell's eyes were cold.
He moved away from her.
At that moment, he felt relieved that nothing had happened.
Seraphina felt the weight on her body disappear and reached out to pull Dashiell back, but she couldn't.
Her face showed some anxiety.
Her body twisted under the covers.
"Seraphina." Dashiell stood in front of her, watching her every move.
His eyes were emotionless.
He said, "I'm Dashiell."
He wasn't the Sebastian she called out.
After Dashiell spoke, Seraphina, who had been writhing, suddenly quieted down.
It seemed like she sobered up a bit.
She tried hard to focus her eyes, trying to see the man in front of her clearly.
Finally, her vision cleared.
She saw Dashiell standing coldly in front of her.
She jumped up from the bed, clearly startled, asking, "What are you doing here?"
"This is my house," Dashiell said bluntly. "My bed."
Seraphina quickly looked around.
When she finally recognized her surroundings, it was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her.
She couldn't believe she was actually in Dashiell's bed. 'How did I end up here? When did I come?'
So the guy she was just all over wasn't Sebastian but Dashiell?
She had always thought it was Sebastian who couldn't stay away and came back for her.
She had always thought she was getting cozy with Sebastian.
How did it suddenly become Dashiell?
Dashiell watched her reactions with a cold detachment.
It was probably just a moment of lust.
As a guy, who could say no to a naked, well-shaped woman throwing herself at him?
And now he probably got the whole picture.
Earlier at the office, he heard someone mention it was Sebastian's birthday.
They also said that Sebastian, who usually worked late, left on time, hinting he had a date with Seraphina.
So, Seraphina and Sebastian had been seeing each other for a while, and on such an important day, Seraphina must've wanted to do something special with Sebastian. But Sebastian, because of his shares, didn't dare to sleep with her, so he bailed. Seraphina, not understanding, got herself drunk, and in her drunken state, ended up at Dashiell's place, thinking she was with Sebastian.
Dashiell figured it out, but he stayed emotionally detached.
He just watched Seraphina's face go from blushed to pale with fear, then turned and walked out of the room.
Seraphina watched Dashiell's back, which radiated coldness.
The warmth and passion from just now, was it a dream or did it really happen?
She couldn't reconcile it with the current Dashiell.
Seraphina bit her lip, not even knowing what to do next.
'How did I end up at Dashiell's house? Drinking really causes trouble. Should I quit drinking?'
In her self-reproach, she saw Dashiell suddenly walk back into the room. He placed her scattered clothes on the bed and said, "Put them on."
Seraphina was stunned.
It seemed she just realized she wasn't wearing any clothes.
She had even scattered them all over Dashiell's house.
Her face blushed again, especially when she saw that the blanket had slipped below her waist. Quickly, she covered herself.
Dashiell's eyes, however, showed no reaction, making Seraphina feel that her current attempt to cover up was unnecessary.
This feeling of being completely ignored made her feel a bit lost.
But in this awkward situation, Seraphina certainly wouldn't explode.
"Come out when you're dressed." Dashiell left the room again, this time closing the door behind him.
Seraphina looked down at the messy clothes on the bed, feeling deeply ashamed.
She quickly picked up her clothes and put them on.
She didn't dare to delay for even a second. Once dressed, she walked out.
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