AN UNEXPECTED GROOM

It rained in the evening.

When Roxane returned from university, Sebastien had not yet returned.

The butler had gone to pick up Mathis from kindergarten.

She took a shower and changed into her house clothes before going to the studio to paint. She was so absorbed in painting that she did not realize that the studio door had been pushed open.

Sebastien wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. It was the first time he wore a pair of glasses. He was dressed in dark pants that accentuated his long legs, and instead of a dark shirt, he wore a white shirt today. The top few buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a bit of her collarbone and neck. It looked very refined and elegant.

When she saw Sebastien, she couldn’t help but gulp, thinking: “Is this 1. 89 cm tall man who is 9 years older than me my husband?”

From Roxane’s expression, Sebastien knew that his choice of clothing was not wrong.

– Seb… Are you short-sighted? Roxane said, looking away.

“No, I can’t look at him anymore. My little heart can’t take it anymore. He’s too beautiful!”

“No,” Sebastien replied. His dark eyes behind the glasses sparkled and a slight smile could be seen on his face.

Roxane’s heart beat wildly in her chest as she looked at him.

“He really is so handsome!”

Sebastien silently observed Roxane’s reaction. His voice was soft and affectionate as he said:

-Little treasure, come here.

His low, hoarse voice was haunting.

She bit her lower lip, wondering if she should come closer.

– Do you want me to come and carry you? Sebastian asked.

Roxane no longer hesitated upon hearing these words. She stood up and immediately moved forward. Her long eyelashes fluttered lightly, and when she looked at him, she felt like her heart was going to melt. If he had dressed like that the first time they met, she would have fallen in love with him immediately.

She stopped a step away from Sebastien.

He reached out and held her slender waist, pulling her into his arms. He lowered his head; the tips of their noses were almost touching. His low voice was seductive as he asked:Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

– Do you still think I’m old?

She looked at his face. Her skin looked even more flawless up close. His eyes also seemed to glow brighter behind the glasses. Her eyelashes were long and thick. She didn’t hesitate, shaking her head.

“How old are you? You’re a young man! Like the handsome boy next door that girls fall in love with!”

Roxane said:

– You look very good like that. If I didn’t know you better, I would think you were younger than me…

The smile on Sebastian’s face deepened and he asked in a low, hoarse voice:

– So, do you want to kiss this little brother?

Maybe if another person had said those words it would seem frivolous and sleazy. However, Sebastien was incomparably handsome and his voice was magnetic. When he said those words, it was like setting fire to a young girl’s heart.

Roxane’s eyes sparkled as she nodded shyly.

Sebastien lowered his head and kissed her gently.

She seemed to be in a daze.

He smiled slightly and said:

-Help me take off my glasses.

Although he looked good with the glasses, he thought it hampered his performance.

Roxane’s face was red and her heart was beating fast as she took off the glasses.

In the next moment, Sebastian lowered his head and captured her red lips, kissing her deeply.

Roxane was painting and the studio smelled of paint. However, at that moment, she could only smell his pleasant woody scent.

He turned her around and pressed her against the wall with his hand covering the back of her head.

– Wait, I’m dirty…

Roxane whispered. The apron she wore while painting was stained with paint. It would also stain his clothes if he got too close to her.

Sebastian looked at the pink apron she was wearing. The trimmings of the apron were made of lace. His eyes gradually darkened as he leaned down and kissed her fiercely.

She was stunned and said weakly:

– No I can not…

He lowered his head. His warm breath blew against her ear as he whispered:

– You’re going to like this…

After the butler brought Mathis back, he ran upstairs with his short legs, shouting:

– Godmother, godmother, I’m back!

The butler followed Mathis and shouted:

– Young Master Lambert, slow down and lower your voice. Madame paints.

Hearing these words, Mathis’ hand that was about to touch the doorknob froze. He removed his hand and quickly covered his mouth. A hint of unease and remorse flashed in his eyes.

The butler came closer and leaned down, saying:

– Let’s go back to your room and change clothes first. We’ll wait until Madame finishes painting, okay?

Mathis nodded hastily. He knew that Roxane liked silence when she painted so he didn’t dare make any noise. He obediently followed the butler to his room.