Broken Engagement His Uncle's Bride (Serena and Trevor) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 The Newlyweds

“Why don’t you step outside for a moment?”

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Sebastian remained rooted to the spot, lifting a brow as a mischievous smirk curved his lips. “Need some assistance? Your hands are greasy. I can untie your apron for you.”

The moment the words left his mouth, his large hand twisted gently, causing Serena’s body to pivot involuntarily.

His fingers were cool against her skin, sending a shiver through her as they traced slowly from her back to her waist. His low, velvety voice came from just above her head. “Stay still.”

It was as though his lips hovered near her hairline while speaking. A flush surged up Serena’s neck and into her ears.

Her arms froze mid–air. Her back remained perfectly straight. Facing away from him, she couldn’t see his eyes.

Suddenly, she recalled the intensity in his gaze the night he was drugged. “Are you… done yet?” she asked tentatively.

“Not quite. Seems you’ve tied an impossibly tight knot,” he replied with a sly grin. Then, he tilted his lips in a teasing smile. “Lift your arms, and I’ll take it off for you.”

“No. I’ll have Nerriah handle it later,” Serena muttered.

“Nerriah? Do you really think she can do it better than your husband?”

Before she could respond, his hand clasped her wrists and guided them above her head with firm authority.

She let out a soft, surprised breath. “What are you doing?”

Before she could react further, Sebastian’s other hand hooked the edge of the apron and began to roll it upward slowly.

His magnetic voice grazed her car. “Relax. It’ll be over soon.”

Her face flamed crimson. Every fiber of her being seemed to tense.

She cast her eyes downward and watched, inch by inch, as his long, dexterous fingers lifted the apron higher. Her pulse thundered in her chest.

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Chapter 175 The Newlyweds

She snapped, a touch irritated, “Can you hurry up?”

A low chuckle escaped him. “Sure. I’ll be faster.”

Though he promised speed, his fingers continued their deliberate pace.

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Only when her face burned so intensely it seemed to radiate heat did he cease teasing and finally pull the apron over her head in one swift motion.

Sebastian released her wrists, expression unchanging. “There. Done.”

Serena avoided looking at him, muttering a curse under her breath, and quickly left the kitchen.

Charles glanced up as Serena appeared, her cheeks glowing, and froze. “Oh, Mr. Levine… is Mrs. Levine alright? Her face is very red–does she have a fever?”

Sebastian’s smile was calm. “She’s fine. Thanks, Charles. You and Nerriah can go ahead and have your dinner first.”

Charles and Nerriah retreated to their own dining area, leaving the newlyweds to their private, intimate world.

And intimate it certainly was—they’d shared a ten–minute–long make–out session in the kitchen.

Back in the bedroom, Serena examined her flushed reflection in the mirror, feeling slightly suffocated.

She washed her hands but didn’t dare venture downstairs for dinner.

Then, his voice drifted from the doorway again. “Come on, honey, Let’s have dinner together.” Reluctantly, Serena cracked the door, ears still tinged pink. She shot him a glance. “After you.” Sebastian parted his lips. “No way. You cooked it. I’m eating with you.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line. Fine

No surprise–it was so typical of him–composed, meticulous, flawless.

Still, she silently hoped he would restrain his playful antics, unlike what had happened in the kitchen.

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