Chapter 608 Serafina, Come Live with Me in Evergreen City 5
Serafina's body went rigid. After a long moment, she came to her senses and struggled gently. "Jacob?"
Compared to her flustered state, Jacob appeared utterly nonchalant.
He rested his handsome face against her slender shoulder, the fine wool of her shawl soft against his skin. He tightened his arms, drawing her closer, his voice rough and husky with masculine authority. "Come back to Evergreen City with me. Evergreen City has the best healthcare and education—it would be ideal for Abigail's upbringing. What do you say?"
When he finished speaking, his eyes fixed on her unblinkingly.
Serafina lowered her lashes. "Let go of me first."
But Jacob, having finally gotten her in his arms, wasn't about to release her so easily.
Instead of loosening his hold, he became even bolder, pulling her deeper into his embrace until their bodies pressed together intimately, just as they had when they were married.
Left with no choice, Serafina tried to ignore his effect on her. She gazed out at the green foliage beyond the window and spoke honestly, "I'll be staying here with Abigail for the next few years."
Jacob ventured a guess. "Because of your mother?"
Serafina didn't deny it. Her gaze grew cooler. "Jacob, I don't have many loved ones in this world—only my mother and my sister, and now my own child. For the rest of my life, I'm not asking for much. I just want to be there for them. So I won't return to Evergreen City with you, and I won't live with you. We're divorced.
"You might say you've broken your engagement with Chloe, but that's between you and her. It has nothing to do with us. I won't get back together with you just because you've separated from her. Jacob, do you understand what I'm saying?"
How could Jacob not understand?
She was telling him she didn't want to reconcile. He couldn't help but grip her slender waist, lowering his head to murmur seductively, "Serafina, dare you tell me you feel nothing for me anymore? Dare you say you don't care for me at all? If you truly don't care, then why did you wait for hours that night just to make sure I was safe?"
"That night wasn't—"
"Liar!"
Jacob wouldn't listen to her protests. He trusted his instincts—a woman's body was always honest about love. Holding her waist in this position, he leaned down to kiss her.
He cupped her face as she trembled beneath his kiss. He kissed her deeply, passionately—more intensely than they had ever kissed during their marriage. He treasured every touch of her skin as if each inch of her face were a priceless jewel.
They had never been this wild before.
After the kiss, Serafina felt ashamed and wouldn't meet his eyes. Jacob held her close against his chest.
Early summer.
The air was slightly dry, and the leaves outside were lush and green.
In the quiet bedroom, apart from Abigail's sweet breathing, only the rapid heartbeats of the former spouses filled the silence.
Jacob left the next day.
That night he slept there. Serafina couldn't drive him away, so she pointedly refused to give him any blankets. The air conditioning was set to 79 degrees, but the night still carried a chill, especially for Jacob who, after his shower, wore only a thin white bathrobe—as if he were deliberately tempting a virtuous woman.
After feeding Abigail and cleaning herself up, Serafina put on a lightweight nightgown and lay in bed.
The night was deep, and the air was fresh—nothing like the hospital. She felt wonderfully comfortable and much more relaxed.
The bedroom had been filled with new additions. Besides the crib, there were numerous baby supplies that Jacob had organized neatly on shelves. Far from creating clutter, they added a warm, homey feeling.
As a new mother, Serafina could hardly bear to sleep.
Every few minutes, she wanted to check on Abigail.
The bedroom lights dimmed as Jacob returned to lie on the sofa. He closed his eyes gently and murmured, "Get some sleep. I'll bring Abigail to you during the night."
Serafina wanted to refuse, but before she could speak, Jacob seemed to have fallen asleep.
In the dim light, he lay quietly on the sofa, one arm extended over the small crib, gently rocking it with practiced ease. Those gentle, rhythmic movements made Serafina's heart ache.
How could she feel nothing when witnessing Jacob's tenderness toward Abigail, his consideration for her?
But it was too late for them.
A relationship held together by a child seemed too fragile. Serafina didn't want to compromise the rest of her life. She thought she needed to find a way to talk with him properly, to establish boundaries between them. Perhaps he could see Abigail when she was older—maybe twice a week.
Serafina's mind was in turmoil, and her sleep was restless.
In the middle of the night, Abigail woke with soft little cries.
Jacob was probably too exhausted to wake. Serafina got up to comfort Abigail, changed her diaper, and fed her. Content, the baby settled back into her crib.
Such a well-behaved baby would melt anyone's heart. Serafina stood by the crib, watching her for a long time.
Just as she was about to return to bed, she noticed Jacob had nothing covering him. The air carried a slight chill. After a moment's hesitation, Serafina fetched a light wool blanket, intending to cover him. She never suspected that Jacob was feigning sleep, waiting for her to come closer.
As she leaned over to tuck the blanket around him, a strong arm caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
The next second, she found herself pressed against his burning masculine chest, their bodies flush together.
Serafina's heart lurched.
She looked up at him in the darkness and saw his eyes filled with masculine desire, his gaze burning with longing for her—an expression she had never seen before. A tremor shot through her heart.
"Jacob!"
She pressed her hands against his chest, preventing him from coming closer, murmuring almost helplessly. Her voice was so soft it reminded them both of those nights when they were newlyweds—memories Serafina had kept buried for a year, unwilling to recall.
But in this moment, those intimate memories crashed over them like a tide.
Including the love she had once felt.
Jacob was gentler than before. He didn't cross any lines, simply holding her waist while softly assuring her he wouldn't do anything inappropriate. He reminded her she was still in postpartum recovery—he would never make such a mistake, no matter how he felt. As he spoke, he couldn't resist leaning up to brush a kiss against the corner of her mouth.
Serafina turned her face away, overwhelmed.
But he gently guided her face back to his, with a touch of masculine dominance, and pressed a kiss to her lips.
After one kiss, he wanted more.
But as he had said, she was still recovering from childbirth. Jacob's handsome face showed restraint—a quality that was utterly captivating in a man. Knowing his own appeal, he caressed her face, deliberately trying to unsettle her.
Once he achieved his goal, he became serious again, making his heartfelt plea, "Serafina, give me a chance to love you! This time, I won't disappoint your affection again."