Chapter 298: Julian Forrester Got Married? With Sienna Everett?

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Julian Forrester Got Married? With Sienna Everett?

Evan Shelby immediately looked at Julian Forrester, hoping this "child husband" would put his foot down and get Sienna Everett under control!

But what happened? Julian Forrester just watched Sienna Everett with pure indulgence, not even minding being teased and having his face caressed in front of everyone!

Evan Shelby was dumbfounded. His azure eyes turned to Sienna Everett. "Let me tell you, this conference room door isn’t locked. Anyone passing by outside can see everything. If people see your husband getting teased like this, he’s the one who’ll lose face."

Hearing this, Sienna Everett glanced at the conference room door and instantly retracted the hands that were teasing Julian Forrester.

’After all, I should be mindful of his public image!’

Julian Forrester’s brow lifted imperceptibly, his voice doting. "It’s fine. It’s not embarrassing."

Sienna Everett’s eyes lit up, and her hands went right back to teasingly caressing him.

Evan Shelby: "..."

Watching Julian Forrester’s indulgent expression, which screamed, ’I don’t care about losing face as long as my wife is happy,’ Evan Shelby almost spat blood. He felt completely hopeless!

Julian Forrester truly spoiled Sienna Everett to no end!

Keith Sterling, on the other hand, wore the expression of a seasoned veteran. He leisurely crossed his legs, looking like he might as well have been eating popcorn.

’Tsk, tsk. It feels great to have someone else suffering with me!’

Evan Shelby couldn’t take it anymore. Shaking off a wave of goosebumps, he glanced at his watch. "I have something to take care of, so I’m stepping out. I’ll be right back! And tone down the sickeningly sweet stench of your love—it’s hostile to us single people!"

Sienna Everett: "..."

Keith Sterling’s eyes darted about before he too stood up. "Bro, Sis, I’m heading out for a second too! Don’t mind this single guy—please, feel free to spread the stench of love as much as you want!"

Sienna Everett: "..."

Watching the two of them leave one after the other, Sienna Everett’s clear eyes narrowed slightly. "Those two aren’t going outside to fight, are they?"

Julian Forrester: "They won’t."

Sienna thought for a moment and agreed. ’They’re grown men, why would they fight?’

She decided not to worry about them and, out of boredom, sat in her chair, swinging her legs playfully.

Then, with a soft POP, a pretty little beaded flower on her shoe was shaken loose.

The shoes were from a legacy brand that Sienna Everett adored; she wore their shoes almost exclusively.

The beaded flower hadn’t been glued on but was attached with a hidden clasp. That’s why her constant swinging had accidentally caused the one on her right shoe to come loose and fall off.

"Ah, my little flower!" Sienna Everett started to get up and retrieve it.

But Julian Forrester was a step ahead. He bent down, picked up the beaded flower, and then knelt before her without the slightest hesitation. "Stay seated. I’ll take care of it."

He clearly didn’t want her to exert herself over something as trivial as bending down, wanting to handle everything for her.

Sienna Everett’s bright, shimmering eyes blinked. She immediately sat back down obediently, and a moment later, she felt his warm palm cup her right heel.

Sienna Everett’s heart skipped a beat.

’It’s a little embarrassing, having him kneel in front of me just to fix my shoe.’

She swallowed and mumbled, "Maybe I should do it myself. This feels like I’m having you put on my shoe for me. It’s too embarrassing."

Hearing this, Julian Forrester looked up at her.

From Sienna Everett’s point of view, the man wore a spotless white shirt, his features devastatingly handsome. As he looked up, the corners of his eyes crinkled, a casual, flirtatious smile on his lips. To have such a refined and noble man kneeling before her was an act so doting it made her heart pound.

The pad of his thumb gently caressed her fair ankle as he said languidly, "You’re my wife. What’s wrong with me helping you with your shoe?"

His low, rich, and sexy voice drifted into her ears, and Sienna Everett’s own ears instantly turned red.

The spot on her ankle where his thumb caressed her began to burn with a tingling sensation that spread straight to her heart. The feeling was undeniable, washing over her body like a tide, again and again, until even her fingers curled unconsciously...

Outside the conference room, Morgan Everett and Sheila Whitaker had been escorted by plainclothes officers, leaving them both confused and bewildered.

This was the Starlight Consortium’s branch office in Celestria. Why had they been brought here?

’Is Shannon here too?’

The conference room door wasn’t shut tightly. Morgan Everett and Sheila Whitaker stood outside, completely mystified. Just as they were puzzling over the situation, they suddenly heard a man’s voice from inside—

"You’re my wife. What’s wrong with me helping you with your shoe?"

That familiar voice...

Morgan Everett recognized it instantly. It was Julian Forrester’s voice!

He rarely had the opportunity to meet someone of Julian Forrester’s caliber. But he’d heard him at the recent charity gala, and again just last night when Julian Forrester had personally come to the Everett Family estate to find Sienna Everett, who was there because of Isabelle Sutton.

Even with only those few, rare encounters, he could never mistake Julian Forrester’s voice. He wouldn’t dare.

"You’re my wife. What’s wrong with me helping you with your shoe?"

’W... Wife???’

’Julian Forrester has a wife?’

’He’s married?!!!’

In an instant, Morgan Everett was so shocked his eyes bulged, and he nearly bit his tongue. He turned to Sheila Whitaker, his face a mask of disbelief, only to see an even more profound shock reflected in her eyes.

’He’d never heard a single rumor about Julian Forrester being married. Was it a secret marriage?’

’Since Julian Forrester is married, then his interest in Sienna Everett...’

As Morgan Everett’s thoughts raced, he let out a cold scoff. ’Just as I thought. Julian Forrester simply appreciates Sienna Everett, showing her a bit of favor and nothing more!’

’It’s not like he could have actually fallen for that wretched girl Sienna Everett, right?’

Sheila Whitaker, however, was even more shocked by something else.

In the past, she and the other wealthy wives and socialites had speculated at their private gatherings. They all assumed that a man as cold, aloof, and seemingly asexual as Julian Forrester would, even in a relationship, maintain a restrained and formal dynamic with any woman.

She never would have imagined that a man as immensely powerful and seemingly untouchable as Julian Forrester could say something like, "You’re my wife. What’s wrong with me helping you with your shoe?" to a woman.

To wait on someone... to put on their shoe...

Such humbling words...

’If she hadn’t heard it with her own ears, she would never believe that such words could come from Julian Forrester’s mouth!’

’It was obvious how much he adored that woman. His attitude towards her was a world apart from how he treated others. He spoiled her beyond measure...’

’Julian Forrester’s wife... just who is she?’

’Is she the heiress of some prominent family?’

Morgan Everett was filled with regret. He’d thought Julian Forrester’s favor towards Sienna Everett meant he could use Sienna to convince Julian to agree to a marriage alliance with Shannon. But no, the man was already married! He already had a wife!

’In the end, it was still that useless wretch Sienna Everett’s fault!’

Although they were dying with curiosity to know which family’s heiress Julian Forrester had married, Morgan Everett and Sheila Whitaker were perceptive enough not to barge in. After all, Julian Forrester was not a man to be trifled with.

Just then, Keith Sterling and Evan Shelby returned.

Upon seeing Morgan Everett and Sheila Whitaker, Keith Sterling’s expression soured. He sneered openly, "Well, look who it is. These two disgusting pieces of work."

Morgan Everett’s face stiffened in humiliation, but he forced a fawning smile. "Mr. Sterling, my apologies, my apologies! We’ll get out of your way immediately!"

Keith Sterling didn’t bother putting on a pleasant face for the Everetts and, wasting no more words, pushed open the conference room door and went inside.

Morgan Everett and Sheila Whitaker immediately seized the opportunity, their eyes wide with curiosity as they peered into the room.

’The woman Julian Forrester adores so much... Who could she be?’

The next moment, they saw him—that noble, untouchable man—kneeling before a woman without a hint of reservation, one hand holding her right heel, the other carefully reattaching the little beaded flower to her shoe.

His posture was so gentle, so reverent, as if the woman before him was the most precious and important person in the world.

The woman herself sat quietly as sunlight streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a glow upon her exquisitely beautiful face.

The soft light traced the elegant and striking lines of her profile. Her delicate skin had the translucent, pearlescent quality of fine jade, and her crimson lips glistened. Her features were perfect, without a single flaw...

When they finally got a clear look at the woman’s face, a bomb seemed to detonate in Morgan Everett and Sheila Whitaker’s minds. Both of them froze, completely petrified on the spot!

It took them many long seconds to shake off their disbelief. It was... it was actually...