My CEO Toy Turned Out to Be the Lost Heir Chapter 14

My CEO Toy Turned Out to Be the Lost Heir Chapter 14

After getting back together, Julian started flaunting our relationship.

He was always posting pictures of me on his social media with unique captions:

[I admit it, I’m obsessed with my wife. I think of her when I’m eating, when I’m walking, and I dream of her

when I’m sleeping. Call me clingy or ‘lovesick’, I don’t care. You don’t understand how happy being a

‘wife-slave’ is. My wife is the best in the whole world, and I’ll never leave her.]

Seraphina liked the post.

She asked to meet with me once.

It wasn’t the tense atmosphere I expected.

She said with a smile:

“Congratulations to the happy couple.”

“You don’t need to care about those ‘comments’ anymore.”

“Julian already voluntarily ‘resigned’ as the male lead a couple of days ago.”

I was surprised and confused:

“How do you know that?”

Seraphina’s lips curved:

“Because I’m the protagonist.”

She continued slowly:

“I was bound to a ‘system’.”

“It required me to ‘conquer’ Julian.”

“If I succeeded, I would get a massive cash prize.”

“It’s strange-Julian somehow found out he was the ‘male lead’.”

“Two days ago, he actively ‘stripped’ himself of his male lead status and gave up his protagonist halo.”

“That meant my target was gone, the mission couldn’t be completed, and it ended automatically. I still got a

prize though.”

“That’s when I found out you can see the ‘comments’ too.”

It was a lot of information, and I was stunned.

So… there was no ‘love at first sight’ and no ‘destiny’?

Seraphina was only trying to ‘conquer’ Julian. She never even liked him.

Also, it must have been my drunken ramblings that night that let Julian know about the ‘plot.’

I thought for a moment and asked:

“So the plot is completely different from the original now?”

“And will there be a new ‘male lead”?”

Seraphina winked at me:

“Of course it’s different.”

“But as for the ‘male lead’…”

“We are the heroines of our own lives. We shouldn’t have to choose who the ‘male lead’ is, should we?”

She waved her Starbucks:

“If there are so many choices for coffee, why not for boyfriends?”

And I had already found my only choice.

Julian and I entered a new “honeymoon phase.”

I really love “forced love”.

ulian very cooperatively played all sorts of games with me.

He was a good “doggy” and a close lover.

After the excitement, there was always gentle comfort.

I rested my head on Julian’s chest, rubbing my hair against his chin.

He held me tighter and softly recited a poem to lull me to sleep:

“All the waters of the world will meet again,’

“The Arctic Ocean and the Nile will mingle in the moist clouds,”

“This ancient, beautiful metaphor makes this moment sacred,”

“Even when we wander,”

“Every road will lead us home.”

Goodnight.

Tomorrow, you’ll still be by my side.