All Chapters of I wish it were you: Chapter 1391 - Chapter 1400

Seraphina rubbed her sleep-tousled hair and quickly said it was okay. Then she explained to Anna that she had missed the call earlier because she was napping, and reassured her that she had already found the young master, so there was no need to worry.Although… she wasn’t quite sure where he had wandered off to again.Through the phone, Seraphina could hear Kendrick’s voice: “Are you cold? Want me to give you my coat?”Annabelle replied softly, “I’m fine, not cold,” and continued chatting with Seraphina.Seraphina absentmindedly traced the embroidered patterns on the quilt and said, “I don’t have anything else for now. I’ll stop bothering you guys. Enjoy your time.”“Alright, we’ll catch up later.”After a few simple pleasantries, the call ended.Seraphina couldn’t help but feel a little envious after overhearing Kendrick’s gentle concern for Annabelle. She wished her young master was here too, doting on her like that.Dragging her soft legs off the bed, Seraphina thought about the r

In a rush against time, she didn’t dawdle. She picked her clothes and shoes without hesitation, didn’t haggle, asked for the price, and paid straight away.The punk girl with the guitar looked surprised by her decisiveness. She quickly set the guitar aside, energetically helped pack the clothes, and her aloof demeanor vanished entirely—like she was scared the customer might change her mind.After bagging the outfit, the girl casually slipped a pair of fishnet stockings into the shopping bag.Seraphina looked confused. “I didn’t buy these.”The girl smiled and said they were a gift—this pair of fishnets, she claimed, was the highlight of the outfit and suggested wearing them together for full effect.It was actually a good suggestion, and Seraphina agreed.But as she took the bag, a little doubt crept in. In this purple-haired girl’s eyes, she must’ve looked like a rich but clueless shopper—probably got ripped off.If she hadn’t been in such a rush, she really should’ve bargained a bit

Seraphina didn’t quite know how to explain it. Should she tell the Young Master that whenever she saw muscular male statues, she immediately thought of him?“Anyway, I’m not looking,” she said, brushing it off.“Alright then, we’ll do as you say,” the Young Master replied, leading her into one of the oil painting galleries.They strolled quietly along the corridor, taking in the artwork as they walked.The gallery was serene. The Young Master moved with steady steps, pausing here and there at his own rhythm to study the paintings.Seraphina, on the other hand, was more scattered. Sometimes, the Young Master had already finished admiring a piece and moved on, only for her to realize belatedly and hurry to catch up. Other times, she wandered ahead, only to turn back and find him still lingering behind.Eventually, the Young Master simply wrapped an arm around her waist—partly to keep her from wandering off, and partly to support her tipsy self.Champagne wasn’t very strong, technically

Seraphina stood there like a schoolgirl pulled up to answer a question—unable to sit until she replied.Only, in this case, she couldn’t get up until she answered the Young Master’s question…Flustered, she started babbling nonsense: “This piece… I think it’s trying to teach us a lesson…”“What lesson?”“That a man’s love is a gentle trap. One you shouldn’t step into lightly. Once you do, you can’t get out…”The Young Master bit her ear gently. “I think you’re the trap, Seraphina. Once I fell in, I didn’t want to get out.”His words carried a double meaning. Seraphina flushed scarlet.…In the end, Seraphina accidentally tugged off one of the ribbon installations.Still wearing only the Young Master’s oversized blazer, she held the dislodged tangle of red ribbon and spun anxiously around the installation. “Oh no, how do we fix this?”The Young Master dressed slowly, unbothered. “No need. It’s fine.”“How can it be fine? I ruined it!”“That artist just threw stuff together. Didn’t care

Seraphina was utterly baffled by Isabel’s behavior.At the intersection again, the young master slowly brought the car to a stop. This time, the braking was smooth—clearly, he was being considerate of her as a passenger.Her mood lifted a little, but when she thought about that villa, and everything the young master had once done for Anna, jealousy still simmered in her chest. She turned to look at him, unable to resist shooting him a glare.The young master winced dramatically and reached out to roughly ruffle her hair. “Still glaring? I paid attention this time. Didn’t slam on the brakes, did I?”She swatted his hand away, muttering under her breath, “You’re so mighty—who would dare glare at you…”“Seraphina.”He rarely called her by her full name. Hearing it so suddenly, and so seriously, made her back stiffen. “What…?”Her tone was laced with resentment, but her eyes betrayed her nervousness, and her voice trembled slightly.“You’ve been sulky ever since we got in the car. What’s