Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 859: Please Grace Us With Your Beauty
Zane Crawford is dead.
Little Caden Crawford found him lying among the red bean bushes, wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers. His aloof elegance was just as before. Over the years, everyone had changed, but Zane Crawford had never changed. He was still the Crawford family’s second young master, renowned across City of Aethelgard, with fair, clean hands meant for medical practice.
He died peacefully, a faint smile gracing his lips.
Little Caden Crawford found his fingers curled, holding something in his palm. When opened, it was a bright red... love bean.
According to Zane Crawford’s wishes, little Caden Crawford organized a simple funeral, without notifying anyone.
Seraphina Shea came.
Seraphina stood silently before the tombstone. That night, he told her he didn’t want her to walk the path he had traveled, and she gave up then.
She knew she would never be the heroine of his story in her entire life. Such a clean and gentle man, all carriages and letters were slow, and his longing was only for her.
Seraphina’s eyes reddened as she looked at little Caden Crawford beside her. "Your uncle has entrusted you with the supreme imperial position, but you are still young. Do you need to appoint assisting ministers?"
Little Caden Crawford looked at Zane Crawford’s tombstone. His immature voice carried a hint of detachment, "No need, you just need to know that I will follow my uncle’s intentions and let the Shea family enjoy wealth and nobility. However, there are things you should not touch. This imperial position is just a coffin, and it can bury many people."
Seraphina took a breath, shocked as she looked at the child next to her. He was only four years old, yet he could say such words.
From the depths of Seraphina’s bones emerged a sense of reverence and fear. Her intuition told her this child, when grown, would be either terrifying in his detachment or overwhelming in his passion.
"Master, shall we return?" Wade Wyatt said respectfully at this moment.
Little Caden Crawford withdrew his gaze and left with Wade Wyatt.
Seraphina opened her palm, already covered in a thin layer of sweat. She knew that an emperor had begun to take shape, and ten or twenty years later, he would be able to turn the tides, omnipotent.
...
Alani.
Serena Sterling sat in front of the dressing table after freshening up. At that moment, a cold wind blew in, pushing open the window of the room.
Serena got up and walked to the window, intending to close it, but quickly hesitated, for she saw the golden maple leaves on the tree ahead "rustle" down.
Serena felt inexplicably cold. She thought of Isabelle Willow and Jude Crawford, who walked on a day like this when the maple leaves were full on the ground. Suddenly, the wind rose again, and it was another night of departure sorrow.
Cherie entered at this time, immediately seeing Serena standing by the window in thin clothing, dazing off, lost in thought.
"Lady, the weather is so chilly, why are you idling here?"
Serena pulled her thoughts back, tugged at her lips, then shook her head, "I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I always feel like... I’ve lost something very important in my life again."
Cherie reached out to close the window, "Lady, you must be too tired recently. Don’t overthink, rest early."
Is it so?
Serena smiled softly.
Everything returned to calm, and life began to flow gently. Serena managed Alani while searching for Hayden Crawford’s whereabouts.
She always believed that Hayden Crawford was not dead. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
Perhaps no news now was the best news.
Soon, Serena received an invitation from afar, sent by Seraphina Linden.
Seraphina had finally gotten into the business of running schools, hospitals, ruling the underworld, being a queen, and now enthusiastically started her Nth sideline: opening a red club and being a madam.
Seraphina chose an auspicious day for Phoenix Plume Pavilion to officially open, sending an invitation to Serena. The invitation read, "Serena darling, mommy finally became a madam for a while, clap, scatter flowers, I’m really amazing! Serena darling, please come with your beauty to grace the occasion on XX year XX month XX day. If you can bring your lovely Leah Thorne as well, all the better! Gifts are waived, bring more beauties, the more the better! Lastly, sending mommy’s big kiss~"
Looking at the invitation, Serena was both amused and exasperated. Mommy asked her to grace the occasion wasn’t enough, she even targeted Leah.
Fine, mommy had opened her mouth, so she must take Leah along to support. It had been a while since she had contacted Leah, and she didn’t know how Leah and Justin Xavier were.
...
City of Aethelgard.
Julian Rathborne had been rather busy lately, away on a business trip for over half a month and only just returned.
Off the private jet, in a black wool coat, he walked through the airport. His handsome appearance and elegant, noble demeanor instantly attracted everyone’s gaze, adorned with over tens of millions, followed by his private secretary and butler, directly making young beautiful girls’ eyes light up like stars, covering their mouths in case they screamed.
Of course, during this time, Julian Rathborne hadn’t stopped doing one thing - namely, looking for Seraphina Linden.
The last time at the Rathborne family, he performed poorly and was teased by her. She left behind a note "Qianghuo cures kidney deficiency" as a joke and vanished.
Julian Rathborne had been searching for her, but she seemed to have vanished without a trace.
Julian Rathborne walked steadily through the airport haughtily asking his private secretary, "Any news of Seraphina Linden?"
The private secretary shook his head, "President, not yet."
At that moment, Julian Rathborne’s stride suddenly halted because he saw a particularly large billboard in the airport hall.
Julian Rathborne walked over, and with one look he was directly infuriated.
--Daily story snippet from Crawford and Willow--
He asked her how old she was, saying she was bewitching at such a young age.
Isabelle Willow was caught between his desk and his chest. The familiar crisp scent from him overwhelmed, just as pleasant and enchanting as it was in her past life.
Isabelle’s almond eyes blinked as she asked softly, "What does... bewitching mean?"
"..."
Jude Crawford knew she was pretending. Though they said the Crown family girl from the Willows was pure and beautiful, whom was this adorable and playful girl in front of him?
Indeed, hearsay isn’t reliable.
At this moment, a sweet scent from a young girl filled his nostrils, as Isabelle suddenly tiptoed, putting her irresistible pretty face close to his, "Mr. Crawford, I’m asking you a question."
Their faces unexpectedly came this close; Jude Crawford’s gaze caught her red lips, earlier, this was how she kissed.
Her lips, soft, fragrant.
