Uncle's New Wife, Nephew's Regret (Serena and Trevor) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 The Male Model

Chapter 49 The Male Model

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Lucinda slipped into her trench coat, a mysterious smile tugging at her lips. “Skipping dinner? No problem. We’re going somewhere else to eat. Trust me, today I’m taking you somewhere you’ve never seen before.”

Serena sank into a booth in the bar, the music pounding around her. Lucinda pointed to a line of male models right in front of them, each one looking like he’d just stepped out of a magazine. “Sweetie, what do you think? Like any of them?”

Serena went quiet. She’d always been the good girl, and lately, her heart belonged to Trevor. This kind of pick–a–guy scene was entirely new for her. “Lucy, isn’t this a little much?”

Lucinda waved her hand dismissively. “Not into abs? Fine. How about that twenty–year–old over on the far right?”

Serena hesitated a beat, then nodded. “Okay… him then.”

Upstairs in the private room, Sebastian lounged on the couch, barely paying attention. His knuckles tapped against the glass of his drink. He stared through the floor–to–ceiling windows at the dance floor below, lost in thought.

“Hey, since when is our Mr. Levine all pensive?” a man, Julian Hill, smacked his lips, amused.

Sebastian smirked lazily. “Who’s got your kind of brainpower?”

“D’mn!” he muttered under his breath, staring at his phone.

Sebastian lifted a brow, icy. “What now?”

Julian ground his teeth. “Stop drinking. Your niece Lucinda is down there hitting on the male models. Trevor’s fiancee is there too. Oh, Lucinda’s so dead.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened. He thought he must have misheard. “Who’s there?”

“The Steeles‘ unwanted daughter. The one marrying Trevor at the end of the month.”

Before Julian could blink, Sebastian had already braced against the railing and jumped down to the first floor.

D’mn.

Serena had just pointed randomly, just looking at his lean frame, which made him stick out next to the muscle bound models.

Lucinda hadn’t expected her to go for this soft, puppy–like type. “Perfect. Then, you stay. You as well.”

The guy in the white T–shirt sat down beside Serena, his cheeks faintly flushed. “Miss, let me pour you a drink.”

His voice sounded clear and fresh, the kind of warmth that only a college boy’s voice carried.

Serena studied his clean, youthful face. For a moment, she felt herself slipping back to her own university days.

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Chapter 49 The Male Model

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Back in high school, Trevor had been like this, too. He loved wearing white shirts. He looked effortlessly neat, and just standing there was enough to send girls screaming. She never screamed, but deep down she knew he had been devastatingly handsome.

By the time they reached college, he started working out. His frame filled out, but he also grew quieter, more closed off.

“Miss?” The boy looked up at her with that harmless look, biting his lip as he called out shyly.

Serena snapped back to the present and smiled. “How old are you?”

“I just turned nineteen.”

So young. When I was nineteen, I was still chasing after Trevor.

The boy, who claimed to be nineteen, spoke again, his voice hesitant. “Do you want to order another bottle? The cheapest one is fine. Miss, I still haven’t finished my task for today.”

Just as Serena was about to say yes, a pair of arms veined with pale green lines reached out. With effortless force, the man grabbed the boy by the collar of his white shirt and tossed him out of the booth.

The man radiated coldness as he lowered his gaze.

He watched the woman who had just taken a massive gulp of alcohol let out a small burp. “Serena, I tell you to drink less, yet you never listen. Not a single word.”

Startled, Serena lifted her face and looked at the man standing slightly in front of her. Her almond–shaped eyes widened. “It’s you,

Mr. Sebastian?”

Lucinda flinched at the way Serena suddenly addressed him. Her hand was still resting on the male model’s firm abs beside her.

Then, a dark, chilling bass voice sounded right by her ear. “Lucinda, just where do you think your hand is going?”

If looks could kill, Lucinda would have been pierced straight through the heart by the man’s ice–cold stare.