My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 183

Breakfast B

Breakfast In Bed

-Julian’s

I had called Seraphina at five in the morning.

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She had answered on the second ring that was the thing about Seraphina, she was always available when the money was right, and she had never once asked a question she did not want the answer to. I had told her what I needed. She had arrived at the estate forty minutes later wearing her own coat over nothing because had asked her to put on the gown I had left outside the guest room door.

She had done it without asking why.

That was also the thing about Seraphina.

She was standing in the kitchen now, holding the breakfast tray I had asked the cook to prepare two portions, enough for two people, the things I knew Katia would want in the morning—and looking at me with the expression she wore when she was about to present a bill.

She handed me the tray.

“You are going to pay more for that slap, Julian,” she said. Her voice was pleasant. It was always pleasant. “I did not sign up to be slapped by your wife. Two thousand dollars for the slap. I am not playing with you.”

I smiled.

That was the thing about her. Money always talked. There was never any ambiguity, never any drama that could not be resolved with a clear financial arrangement. It was, in its way, the simplest relationship I had.

“Two thousand,” I said. “Done.”

“Thank you,” she adjusted the sleeve of the gown. “Julian.”

“Yes.”

“Why do you keep that Delia woman when you do not even like her?” She tilted her head slightly. “This is not the first time I have asked you.”

“No, “I agreed. “It is not.”

“So?”

“It is a long story,” I said. “But I will sort it out soon.”

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She looked at me for a moment. Seraphina had always had the ability to look at a situation and understand more of it than she was meant to without asking any further questions She had been doing it for as long as I had known her.

“Well,” she said. She looked at the tray. “Whoever is going to eat this breakfast is very lucky.”

I smiled at her.

She looked at me with the particular expression that meant she knew everything she needed to know and was choosing not to say it.

I left her standing in the kitchen and went upstairs.

She would find the guest room. I had left it prepared. Seraphina knew how to navigate a house.

The bedroom was quiet.

Katia was still asleep. She had not moved

she was on her side, the duvet pulled up, her hair loose across the pillow. The

morning light was coming through the curtains at an angle that caught the ends of it.

Breakfast in Sed

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I put food on her plate. She ate. I ate. The bedroom was quiet around us the morning light moving, the city beyond the windows doing its Sunday thing, the house below us quiet in the way it was quiet after a significant evening.

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