Chapter 193

Robert’s Point of View

I wanted to press my gun against Sebastian’s head and empty every bullet inside him. Damn it, how could Julie look at him like that? Why was she looking at him as if he had cast a spell on her? I clenched my fist so hard my knuckles turned white, feeling a relentless boil in my chest.

I entered the office irritably, and at that moment, my phone rang; it was my father. "What do you want?" I answered roughly, my voice strained. "I’m busy, make it quick."

"The Don came to visit me today," he said in his frail voice.

I knitted my brows and asked, "Why?"

"You kidnapped his assistant, ’The Snake’." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Did he come to complain to you?" I asked sarcastically.

"Rather, he came to tell me that he’s going to steal someone you love," he replied in a serious tone that sparked my suspicion.

My body stiffened for a moment. "Who is he going to steal?" I said with artificial coldness. "I don’t love anyone."

"Your little girl, Julie..." my father replied directly. "Don’t you love her?"

I felt my heart suddenly contract, and I shouted at him, trying to hide my panic, "What does Julie have to do with this?"

"I don’t know," he said calmly. "But be careful, Robert."

"Goodbye," I said curtly.

I hung up and threw the phone onto the desk violently. A real anxiety began to gnaw at my gut; he cannot kidnap Julie from me! No one knows she means anything to me; I was so careful to keep my feelings behind a mask of coldness.

Fuck it! If the Don even thinks of approaching her, I’ll kill him with these two hands before he touches a single hair on her head. I began pacing the office back and forth, my breath quickening with every dark thought about her safety.

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Julie’s Point of View

I didn’t go to my room as Robert ordered; instead, I went straight to Max’s room. I entered without knocking, as usual. He looked at me with a frustrated sigh. "Really, Julie? Are you going to keep barging in like this?"

"Sorry," I said briefly.

"What do you want?" he asked, wiping his face with his hand. "And why didn’t you come to training this morning?"

"I was busy with Robert’s damn files," I replied with annoyance.

"Hmm... okay."

I took a deep breath and said suddenly, "Listen, Max... have you ever had sex with a virgin girl before?"

His features stiffened, and he looked at me in disbelief. "Again, Julie? Are you going to bring up these topics again?"

"It’s an urgent matter, Max!" I insisted, my voice trembling slightly.

"No, I haven’t," he said decisively.

"Really? Not even once?" I asked in disbelief.

"No," he replied coldly. "None of the girls were virgins."

I sighed in disappointment. "You can’t help me then."

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What are you doing, Julie? I’m curious to know."

"Nothing... goodbye," I said, evading him.

I left his room without any answers; I just wanted to confirm if what "Google" said was true or exaggerated. I went to my room quickly, pulled the phone from its secret spot, and went into the bathroom, locking it.

I found more missed calls from Professor Weston; I called him, but he cut the line and video-called me back.

I hesitated for a moment then answered. The Professor’s face appeared on the screen, and he said with a smile, "Hello, Julie."

"Hello, Professor," I said, feeling shyness creep into my features because I was talking to him on video.

He knitted his brows and said in a reproaching tone, "What did I tell you, Julie? Call me Edward."

"Yes... Edward," I said softly.

"How are you?" he asked, examining my face. "And why aren’t you answering my calls?"

"I’ve been busy," I said nervously.

"You look beautiful," he said suddenly.

I felt a heat in my cheeks. "Thank you for the compliment."

"I’m not complimenting you; it’s the truth," he replied sincerely.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Why are you whispering?" he asked in surprise. "And are you in the bathroom?"

"My father doesn’t know about the phone," I said quickly.

He nodded. "Ah, yes, I understand."

"I have to hang up; I can’t talk for long," I said apprehensively.

"Fine... goodbye."

I cut the call immediately and went back to Google. I typed: "How can a virgin have sex safely?" A site appeared; I clicked it, and suddenly a video of a naked man and woman having sex started playing, with loud and embarrassing moans blasting out!

Damn it, damn it! I’m going to be exposed! I felt my heart drop into my feet.

I tried to exit quickly, tapping the screen frantically and randomly to silence the sound. At that moment, I heard someone opening the door to the outer room! With hysterical panic, I hid the phone inside my bra and stepped out of the bathroom, trying to gather my wits.

I found Robert standing in the middle of the room. Curse it, curse it! I’m going to be caught! He approached me, his eyes scanning my agitated features. "Julie, have you had dinner?"

"I... no, I haven’t had it yet," I said with obvious confusion, my breath rapid.

"Fine, come with me," he said in a commanding tone.

"Go, and I’ll follow you," I said, trying to stabilize the phone in its place inside my bra.

But he insisted with a sharp look: "Now... let’s go."

I walked out behind him with stumbling steps, praying silently that the phone wouldn’t make any sound or slip from its place.

I walked behind him with a trembling heart, and I knew immediately we were heading to his room. Oh no, not his room! We entered, and the table next to the sofa was filled with varieties of delicious food. He pointed his massive hand toward the sofa and said in a commanding tone, "Sit."

I sat with a stiff body, then he sat right next to me, which increased the pace of my tension. "Go on, eat," he said.

"Are we going to have dinner together?" I asked in a low voice.

"Yes, eat," he replied curtly.

He began carefully pouring food onto my plate, and I started eating mechanically. Sitting next to him was something out of a fantasy; eating together as if we were a married couple. Oh Julie, do you see him as your husband so soon? I felt I was exaggerating in my imagination. He interrupted my thoughts, saying coldly, "That Sebastian... you seem to be a fan of his."

"He’s a famous actor; all girls are fans of his," I said, trying to focus on my plate.

"I’m asking you," he replied, fixing his gaze on me. "Are you a fan of his?"

"I like him because he’s an actor," I said.

"Hmm... okay," he muttered.

Then silence filled the place, and only the sound of utensils could be heard. We finished eating in a cautious calm. "I’m full," I said, putting down my fork.

He looked at me deeply, then suddenly reached his hand toward my face, wiping the side of my mouth with his thumb a burning touch that made my breath hitch. "You had some food there," he said in a resonant voice.

"Oh... thank you," I said, my heart pounding violently.

"Yesterday..." he said suddenly, leaning closer to me.

I looked at him eagerly. "Yes, yesterday... what?"

He was looking at me strangely, specifically focusing his gaze intensely on my chest.

My stomach cramped, and I slowly lowered my eyes to see what he saw. I gasped in terror; there was a bright light emitting from under the fabric of my dress at my chest.

Damn it! The phone! I’ve been exposed at the worst possible moment!