Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!

Chapter 911: So You Still Know How to Listen

Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!

Chapter 911: So You Still Know How to Listen

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Chapter 911: Chapter 911: So You Still Know How to Listen

Seraphina Vaughn didn’t try to play tough, standing at the roadside waiting for a taxi to pass.

"Where are you planning to go play tomorrow?"

Seraphina Vaughn heard this, glanced at Julian Bishop, and didn’t respond.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to deal with him, but she hadn’t yet figured out where to go herself.

Originally, this trip was just a spur-of-the-moment idea, completely unplanned, simply to avoid Julian Bishop, but little did she know he’d follow all the way here.

"If you don’t know where to go, how about I take you somewhere?" Julian Bishop asked with a negotiating tone.

Seraphina Vaughn turned to give Julian Bishop a sideways glance, sullenly asked, "Where to?"

Julian Bishop chuckled lightly and said, "Get some rest early tonight, I’ll wake you up tomorrow morning."

As he finished speaking, a taxi passed by, Julian Bishop reached out to flag it down, gentlemanly opened the passenger door for Seraphina Vaughn, and turned to her, indicating for her to get in the car.

Seraphina Vaughn deliberately acted unappreciative, walked over to open the back door herself, and when about to step in, she heard Julian Bishop say, "If you get carsick, sitting in the front helps."

Seraphina Vaughn hesitated for a moment, reluctantly walked over, and ducked into the car.

"Buckle up."

"I know!"

Julian Bishop looked at her dotingly, closed her door, and then walked around to the back seat.

Soon after getting in, Julian Bishop received a phone call.

Seraphina Vaughn’s gaze was outside the window, but her ears were tuned to Julian Bishop’s conversation.

His voice was soft, easily covered by the wind outside if not listened to carefully.

From the content of his conversation, most of it was related to work, the call lasted about two minutes before he hung up.

As he put away his phone, his voice came from behind, "Don’t open the window so wide, you’ll get a headache."

Seraphina Vaughn secretly pouted, internally mocking his nagging, but still silently closed the window a bit.

"So you do listen."

Seraphina Vaughn froze, snorted coldly: "Who listens to you? I just felt cold and shut it, don’t flatter yourself."

Julian Bishop chuckled lightly, "As long as you know it’s cold. It’ll get colder tomorrow, remember to dress warmly in the morning."

"I know myself! Annoyingly chatty."

The car stopped at the hotel entrance, Seraphina Vaughn was the first to push open the door and get out, by the time Julian Bishop paid the fare and got out, Seraphina Vaughn had already walked into the hotel lobby.

But because the elevator was in use, Seraphina Vaughn was forced to wait at the elevator door.

Julian Bishop followed unhurriedly and asked her, "Feel like having a late-night snack?"

Seraphina Vaughn replied without hesitation, "No."

"Don’t secretly order takeout when you get back to your room."

"Mind your own business."

"I won’t mind you, but I have to mind my child, so they don’t get poisoned by junk food at such a young age."

Seraphina Vaughn rolled her eyes in annoyance, then the elevator arrived on the first floor.

As the door opened, Seraphina Vaughn rushed in, forgetting to check if anyone was coming out of the elevator.

She nearly bumped into someone coming out, but Julian Bishop grabbed her arm, pulling her slightly to the side.

She staggered, falling into Julian Bishop’s arms, who instinctively wrapped an arm around Seraphina Vaughn to prevent her from being hit.

As Seraphina Vaughn leaned into his arms, she momentarily lost the ability to think, her mind blank, only feeling the sound of her heartbeat, "thump thump," clear and strong, one after another, seemingly resounding in her ears...

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