Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 421: Do you hate me?

Someone was in front of her. However, after walking a short distance, she stopped. Then the voice came out. Miss Shelly, Mr. Cristian said to bring you here.

Serena looked at the road ahead, then nodded.

-Good.

Serena's eyes turned dark as the man walked away.

Was he doing this on purpose? Someone brought her here and left. Wasn't he asking her to remember this trip? But not that much. But this was where she lived. It was also her area of daily activity. Thinking about it, Serena clenched her hands at her sides into fists, gritting her teeth.

Cristian - he clearly did it on purpose!!!

Serena took a deep breath, trying to mentally convince herself to calm down. Then she took a step forward.

At that moment, Cristian watched Serena step forward, then shook the glass of red wine in her hand. Her thin lips curved slowly.

This woman seemed to remember every blade of grass and every tree very well.

Soon Serena reached the door. Then she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The man's deep voice came from inside.

-Enter.

Serena opened the door and went inside. As soon as she entered, she saw the man sitting on the sofa quietly drinking red wine. It was probably because of the vacation. So Cristian was wearing only a thin shirt. The buttons were fastened haphazardly, a few at a time. Underneath, he wore simple black pants.

Sunlight from the sea came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the whole house.

The early morning sunlight was just right. It gave a lazy color to the whole house.

Serena's eyes sparkled with surprise.

She had to say that Cristian's face features and temperament were really good.

Soon. She regained her original mood and opened her bag.

-Mr. Cristian.

-Have you had breakfast?

Cristian interrupted her. Her eyes fell on the table in front of him. -Did you eat a little earlier?

She did not come for breakfast.

Serena smiled faintly and opened her bag, taking out the dressmaker's tape measure she carries with her. - Mr. Cristian, I have other things to do later. So let's try to hurry.

He said this in the hope that Cristian would get up. But Cristian did not move at all.

-Mr. Cristian," Serena said with a frown.

Cristian curved his lips, "Miss Serena, are you in such a hurry to get out?"

-Not."

-Then sit down and have breakfast with me."

Serena said, "Mr. Cristian.

-What?" -Cristian's mean eyes fell on her face. -Don't you have time for breakfast, or should I go with you to do what you want?

She was crazy to say yes.

In the end, Serena had to compromise. She put the tape measure in her bag and then sat down across from Cristian.

Breakfast was quite well prepared, as if he knew she was coming.

Only Serena had already had breakfast at home. But she knew that Cristian was a person who would do whatever he wanted. So she didn't bother to argue. She grabbed a sandwich and took a small bite. She just hoped that after eating this breakfast, he could hurry up and leave her alone.

She already had little time for Manuel. As distracted as Cristian had been, there seemed to be nothing left.

Serena was thinking about things as she took small bites of her sandwich. And Cristian's gaze, from across the room, was fixed on her face. She couldn't take her eyes off him.

She had really changed too much.

Now she was calmer and more beautiful than before.

As if she had completely transformed herself.

Such Serena was undoubtedly great for him.

But she was also a headache for him.

Serena was thinking. Suddenly, he felt a burning gaze fall on her. He stopped for a moment and raised his head. She looked straight into Cristian's ink-black eyes. Cristian was not at all embarrassed. Instead, he looked at her more directly.

The look in his eyes was particularly explicit and terribly warm.

Serena's heart leapt. Suddenly, she lost her appetite for food.

Then she laid the sandwich in her hand. She said in a low voice. -I'm full, Mr. Cristian, can we start now?

"Good."-Cristian looked ready.

However, he still sat there lazily motionless.

Should she have gone herself?

Serena stood up with a frown, clutching the tape measure tighter. She was only going by herself. After taking the data from her body anyway, she quickly walked away.

He took a step forward and asked her. -Mr. Cristian, then stand up?"

-Stand up?" Cristian raised an eyebrow.

Serena smiled slightly. -Just a minute.

She waited patiently while he finished speaking.

A second later, Cristian put down his glass. His straight, firm legs were finally lifted. Originally, Serena was a little distant. But when Cristian stood up, it was as if he did it on purpose. He moved very close to her. He moved to her side and then was extremely close to her.

Cristian, with his arms and long legs, stood in front of Serena. All his masculine feeling that belonged to her pressed unreservedly, enveloping her in it.

That scent-despite all the years that had passed, Serena felt slightly alarmed.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment. She was about to take a few steps back to get away from him. Instead, a hand gripped her slender waist.

Serena looked up shocked. -What are you doing?

Cristian's eyes were as deep as the ocean. They fell on his face as if they had a power of attraction. His voice was low. Like the sound of a cello playing slowly.

-How do you measure up when we are so close?

Cristian moved closer to her ear when she said it.

She didn't know if it was just her, but Serena felt that Cristian was purposely blowing into her ear.

Such a gesture was certainly tinged with irritation for Serena. Then she felt her heartbeat begin to accelerate indefinitely. Immediately after that, she had a strong feeling of humiliation. A married man always treating her with such a slightly provocative gesture.

Serena closed her eyes and said coldly -Let me go.

Before Cristian realized what was happening, Serena had pulled out the dressmaker's tape measure and placed it over his arm. A moment later, her body was moving in the opposite direction. At this point, she was far away from him. There was already a small distance.

Serena had a cold face as she took her measurements.

Things could have been done without her. But Serena knew Cristian was coming for her. He would call those designers; he feared they would suffer no less humiliation than she. The order was his. So she would just have to put up with it.

-You hate me, don't you?"