All Chapters of New Body, Old Obsession… Complete Decadence: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Uncle Julian, let's go look at the flowers too," Ethan said.Julian's brows furrowed as he watched Josephine's retreating figure. It was clear she was trying to run away. Something restless pressed against his chest. He forced it down and replied curtly, "No.""But Uncle, I want to go."Pressing down on Ethan's chubby shoulder, Julian turned him firmly in the opposite direction. "Didn't you say you wanted to go to Hall No.2 for snacks? That's where all the treats are."Ethan licked his lips, temptation winning over his earlier protest. "Alright then."Julian reminded himself that if someone wanted to draw a line with him, he ought to respect it. In truth, there was never much between him and Josephine to begin with—just doctor and patient's mother. All they'd shared were a few chance encounters, nothing more.Yes, Josephine had piqued his interest before. There was a strange familiarity about her, and her appearance was… pleasant. But she had a husband and a child, and she'd bee

Julian's gaze lingered on the winged rabbit. The sight struck him with an odd sense of familiarity.His voice came low and indifferent, tinged with a rasp. "You've only known her a few days, and you're already buying gifts? Be careful, women will trick you.""That's how you're supposed to chase girls," Ethan replied with an air of authority, though his pocket money had long been confiscated by Rosalyn. Left with no other choice, he tugged at Julian's sleeve, shaking his arm with exaggerated pleading. "Uncle, please. You're the best. Josephine would never lie to me."Then, Ethan added, "You're the one who got tricked by a woman, not me."Julian frowned at the rabbit swaying in its little dance, then pressed his palm against Ethan's head. A chuckle slipped out. "Who comes up with this nonsense? A rabbit with bee wings?"The salesgirl smiled. "It's this year's best-selling design. It's super popular. Our number-one product. Young customers love it."His lips curved, but his tone w

Ethan heard Josephine's voice and bounced on his toes, straining to snatch the phone back from Julian.Julian smiled, his eyes glinting with a trace of amusement. "E-Man, did you wipe properly? Let me check."Ethan's little fists clenched tight. "Uncle!"If his complexion could be described in color, it would have been a dark, liver-red. The culprit, however, kept smiling, unbothered. Flushed with mortification, Ethan dove under the blanket and curled himself into a ball.He hated his uncle. Ever since he was little, Grandma had always told him he should grow up to be as handsome as his uncle. But now that same uncle had humiliated him in front of the girl he liked.His dignity as a man had been shattered.He decided he wouldn't speak to his uncle for the rest of the day.Julian looked at the little "cocoon" on the bed, pressed his fingers against his brow, then lowered his gaze to the phone in his hand.Across the screen, their eyes met.The moment stretched out, slow as tho

Fleuris City slipped into December beneath a week of unbroken drizzle. Raindrops whispered against the streets, steady and persistent.When Josephine got off work, she planned to hail a cab. But the shadow of last time lingered, so she chose the subway instead.From her office building to the station, it was usually a five-minute walk. Tonight, with the rain slowing her steps, it would take seven or eight.She held her umbrella, a pale-gray coat wrapped around her, yet the damp chill still seeped through. Mist blurred her vision, and the hem of her coat had already grown wet. The rain slanted in sharp gusts, forcing her to quicken her pace.Suddenly, a shout carried from behind. For a moment, she thought she was imagining it, as though someone were calling her name.In this northern city, autumn's tail end brought rain laced with biting wind. It stung against her cheeks, clammy and cold. The gusts were so strong they rattled her umbrella.Her phone buzzed in her bag. Josephine fu

Julian's childhood friends had been gathering often these days in celebration of Liam's upcoming wedding.The ceremony was set for Saturday.On Wednesday, they met for drinks.Julian came as well.These were his closest friends—Xavier, Scott, and Liam. With them, Julian rarely kept up his usual reserve. He drank more than usual that night, laughing freely without restraint."Yo, Myra's here."Someone called out.At once, Liam clapped him on the shoulder, and the others exchanged knowing looks.A faint scoff slipped from Julian's lips.He lounged on the sofa, legs crossed. Perhaps it was the alcohol loosening him, but his posture was languid. He lifted his eyelids lazily, gaze falling on the woman walking toward him.Myra looked stunning that evening. Her makeup was impeccable, her cheeks dusted with a delicate blush. Eyes lowered with shy demureness, she sat gracefully beside him."Julian, drink less," she murmured. "You'll hurt your stomach."Liam's fiancee, Seraphine, lau