Billionaire’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 42

Once back home, Seraphina decisively went to take a shower. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

After using plenty of shower gel and her own specially formulated fragrance essential oil, she soaked

for over an hour. She felt like her whole b*dy, even every strand of hair, was fragrant. Only then did she

put on pajamas and come out.

Dashiell had already finished showering in another bathroom. Seeing her come out, he directly took a

large towel that had been prepared, got up, and walked toward her.

“Your hair isn’t dry?” He noticed that she didn’t have the habit of blow-drying her hair

after a shower.

Even though there were all sorts of facilities in the bathroom, every time she came out, her hair was still

wet.

“I don’t like the feeling of the hairdryer on my scalp.” Seraphina said, naturally reaching out to take the

towel from his hands.

Unexpectedly, he turned his hand and directly covered the towel on her head. Then, he put his hands

on her shoulders, saying, “Sit down.”

“I…”

Unable to resist him, she obediently sat down. Dashiell’s hands then pressed onto the towel, and he

gently massaged her hair.

Seraphina fell into silence.

His service was indeed quite thoughtful. Seraphina hesitated for a moment, then, in a spirit of

compliance, allowed him to play with her hair.

From the initial discomfort and being pleasantly surprised by his attention to gradually getting used to it,

even beginning to enjoy his kindness, Seraphina felt as if she had fallen into a honey pot, her eyes

closing in comfort.

Not hearing any sound, Dashiell tilted his head and saw Seraphina had already closed her eyes, her

head slightly tilted back, looking thoroughly indulged. A faint smile curved his lips as he tried to make

his movements even gentler, patting her hair dry from the scalp to the tips.

Sleeping with wet hair was not good for the b*dy, and since Seraphina didn’t like using a hairdryer, he

had to slowly absorb the moisture with a dry towel.

Seraphina was almost drifting off to sleep, murmuring, “Now… I’m not smelly, right?”

III

fragrance preservation. The requirement was to produce results within 10 days, and 3 people were

responsible for this part. However, among these 3 individuals, the reported list did not include

Seraphina.

Darian was also surprised and mentioned that he would immediately clarify this.

Dashiell thought, ‘Now, she is telling me that she needs only one day to produce data results?

Moreover, it was her own initiative? Is she out of her mind?’

Seraphina couldn’t understand why he reacted so strongly. Tilting her head, she looked at him and

blinked. “No, I’m not crazy! It’s not that difficult.”

Dashiell remained silent.

He thought, ‘Should I say she’s too confident or too arrogant?’

The company’s task assignments were based on considerations. They wouldn’t be overly stressful, but

they wouldn’t be too relaxed either. Since it was a 10-day task, it indicated that the time had been

carefully evaluated to ensure completion.

“In other words, you’ll spend another whole day in that pile of odors tomorrow?” Taking a deep breath,

Dashiell asked.

Seraphina thought, ‘Is he worried that I would come back smelling bad again

tomorrow?’

Seraphina thought for a moment. “No problem, I’ll bring essential oils and fragrances tomorrow. I’ll

clean up there and come back. Don’t worry!”

“The road there is remote, and the working hours are too long. Don’t go tomorrow.” For the first time, he

felt that the company’s decision to choose the experimental base there was a foolish one. It was past 8

in the evening, and it was difficult to even find a taxi. Seraphina had even sprained her foot.

He thought, ‘Moreover, why do they have to work until so late? The working hours are too long!’

“I…” Initially intending to retort, Seraphina saw that he looked displeased, realizing suddenly that his

concern was a form of expression. She felt both heartened and amused.

Standing up against the sofa, she knelt on it with one leg bent, leaning forward. Dashiell had to reach

out and hold her to prevent her from falling.

“My dear CEO, the work location and time were all set by you. Why are you complaining now? Others

can go, why can’t I? Besides, the working hours aren’t long. Originally, we could finish by 6. It’s just that

I wanted to work a bit longer and lost track.

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of time. At most, I promise you to complete it as soon as possible tomorrow and come back early.”

Dashiell’s eyebrows could almost tie a knot; he still wore a face of disapproval.

Seraphina thought, ‘This version of Dashiell is truly so cute!’

Seraphina laughed and leaned over to k*ss his checks on both sides. Then, holding his face, she

pressed light k*sses on his nose and the corners of his lips. “Alright, alright. Anyway, it will be over

tomorrow. You promised me to give me enough work freedom.”

Initially maintaining a stern expression, Dashiell, under her playful attack, became utterly defenseless.

With a sigh of helplessness, he directly grabbed her head and planted a firm k*ss on her lips.

There was really nothing he could do to resist her!

Late at night at 11:30, Julian was awakened by a call from the factory. The feeling of having a pleasant

dream disrupted was quite unpleasant, but what he heard next made. him even more displeased.

“What? Say that again?”

The voice was so loud that it even woke up the sleeping Vivian. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.

“What’s going on? Must they bother people when they’re sleeping?”

Julian pushed her aside, got out of bed barefoot, and yelled, “The raw materials are gone, so why won’t

you go get more?! What’s the point of the purchasing department? Where’s the supplier? Find them!”

“Mr. Brown, the raw materials are… the essential oils from the laboratory.”

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