Inherit Billions

Chapter 380 Reminder

In that fleeting moment, she realized something about the room felt strange yet warm.

It was, after all, the kind of married life she had once imagined before her divorce.

However, the man standing beside her was now Wilson, Somehow, the obsession she once felt seemed to fade away.

A delayed wave of pain shot through her wrist. Wilson half-embraced her as he guided her to the sink to rinse the wound.

The posture was intimate, almost invasive. Seraphina struggled to pull her arm back. Wilson assumed it was due to the pain and adjusted his touch accordingly. He gently released her arm and cradled her injured hand, blowing on it with tenderness. Seraphina glanced at him. Wilson was unbelievably gentle.

She felt a gentle tapping on her heart, causing it to tremble slightly.

Seraphina quickly lowered her gaze, pulling her arm away. She gave a light smile and said, "It's fine; it doesn't hurt anymore."

She hid the turmoil within her heart immediately.

The burn was merely a drop of oil, now washed under cold water, leaving only a bright red mark on her pale skin. It was too stark a contrast, standing out jarringly against her fair complexion.

Wilson frowned, a hint of regret flashing across his face.

*I shouldn't have let you cook. It was careless of me," he said, holding her wrist firmly as he led her out of

the kitchen.

His grip was strong, making it clear he wouldn't let her stay in the kitchen.

Seraphina smiled slightly. She had experienced such accidents many times before. She would grit her teeth, endure the pain, and find that the satisfaction of cooking a meal would make it all worthwhile- especially when she prepared each dish for Orion. But he would never know.

"What happened to Ms. Lovely?"

Little Dani ran over, looking displeased as he saw his dad holding her hand.

Seraphina sat on the sofa and explained, "Nothing, just a little splash of oil. But the kitchen..."

The steak was going to burn!

Wilson pressed her shoulder and said, "I'll have someone take care of it. You stay put."

Feeling embarrassed for making a mess after asking for help, Seraphina watched as a maid came out of her room. She took over the task Seraphina hadn't finished, blending into the background without a word.

07:26 Thu, Nov

Chapter 380 Reminder

Little Dani watched anxiously, staring at the small red spot on her wrist

"It's really not a big deal. I can do it myself," Seraphina protested, feeling the fuss was too much

Wilson raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't you trust me?"

Seraphina chuckled softly, feeling a bit helpless. "It really doesn't hurt."

It was just a slight stinging sensation-nothing she couldn't ignore.

Unconvinced, Wilson placed her hand on his knee. The two were now very close.

He lowered his head, gently applying the ointment. The coolness of it soothed her, even making the sting vanish.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Not bad at all..

But as the cooling sensation faded, Wilson's fingers lingered on her arm, his warmth seeping into her skin, leaving her feeling a bit stiff.

She lowered her eyes, and something flickered rapidly in them. She wanted to leave; if she stayed any longer, she might really lose herself in this moment.

Nearby, Little Dani couldn't take it anymore. Still holding on?

He bluntly broke the quiet atmosphere.

"Ms. Lovely, does it still hurt? My dad's really good at taking care of girls. If you're uncomfortable, just let him know. His words shattered the quiet atmosphere in an instant. The room fell silent.

The hint of tension in the air vanished, leaving no trace.

Wilson's movements paused, his eyes cold as he glared at the triumphant Little Dani. Maybe he'd gone too long without disciplining the boy.

Seraphina smiled faintly, withdrawing her hand casually. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

She glanced at Wilson, whose face now carried a hint of restrained anger. The conflict within her heart dissipated.

Little Dani reminded her that someone like Wilson had likely encountered countless women before.

How much of the tenderness he showed her was real?

How could she have ever thought of him as a blank canvas?

She promptly pulled herself back into reality, as decisive as always, with no hesitation.

Wilson calmly put the items away. Wilson couldn't reprimand the child in front of Seraphina, so he forced himself to maintain a polite smile, albeit one devoid of warmth. 2/3