All Chapters of I Was Reborn To Marry This Annoying Man?: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucien walked in calmly, as if he were just strolling down a quiet street.No rush.No anger on the surface.He stopped in front of Seraphina first.Without saying a word, he gently brushed his thumb along her cheek—checking, reassuring—then took her hand and guided her to the opposite chair. Only after she was seated did he sit down himself, deliberately placing his chair between Seraphina and Clinton.A wall."Why are you here?" Seraphina asked softly, still a little stunned.Lucien shrugged. "I've been downstairs for about half an hour. You were taking a while, so I figured I'd come up and check."Then he turned his head slightly, glancing at Clinton with mild interest."You didn't say there was free wine here," Lucien added to Seraphina casually. "If I'd known, I would've come up earlier and joined Master Crowell in his… celebration."The sarcasm was light—but sharp.Clinton stiffened, clearly irritated. "Why are you here?" he snapped. "We're discussing business. This isn't the pl

This time, they drank slowly.Painfully slowly—at least for one of them.Lucien leaned back in his chair, glass in hand, posture relaxed like this was a casual reunion dinner. "It's funny," he said, taking a small sip, "I didn't expect the three of us to sit down like this again after college."Seraphina blinked. "Now that you mention it…"Lucien smiled. "Remember that economics elective none of us wanted? The professor who erased the board with his sleeve?"Seraphina laughed. "And Clinton fell asleep during the midterm."Clinton choked slightly as he took a tiny sip."Th—that was tactical resting," he muttered, face immediately twisting as the alcohol hit his tongue.His expression went through several stages in one second—shock, denial, suffering, existential crisis.Lucien nodded appreciatively. "You still have the same talent. Falling asleep anywhere."Seraphina covered her mouth, shoulders shaking. "Lucien—"Clinton forced a laugh, eyes watering. "H-Haha… yeah… good times…"He st

"Ha?!" Clinton blurted out, blinking several times as if his eyes were malfunctioning.Dennis Clark calmly reached into Clinton's own bag, pulled out a neatly prepared folder, and placed it on the table."Ms. Valeza," Dennis said respectfully, sliding the documents toward her, "here is the contract. We can discuss the terms now, and once everything is clear, we may proceed with the signing."Clinton stood frozen.He took an unsteady step forward, disbelief written all over his face. "Boss… why are you being so polite?" he demanded. "Why do you have to act like this?"Dennis straightened, his demeanor changing instantly. He leaned closer to Clinton and said in a low, warning voice, "Stand to the side. And be quiet."Clinton's fingers clenched.'I was so close to my plan,' he thought wildly. 'I can't let this end like this.'He forced a laugh and waved his hand. "Boss, boss—there's no rush. I'll handle this. We're in the middle of a friendly gathering anyway." He gestured toward the tab

No one paid Clinton any more attention.Dennis Clark turned his back on him completely and extended his hand to Seraphina."Happy cooperation, Ms. Valeza."Seraphina stood and shook his hand firmly. "Happy cooperation."Dennis nodded, the tension in his shoulders finally easing a little. "Let's eat first. We can go over the finer details after."Seraphina didn't refuse.Dennis signaled the waiter and ordered several dishes—signature plates of the Aurelius Grand, the kind usually reserved for long business meetings. The waiter bowed and left.The moment the door closed, Clinton laughed again."What is this?" he sneered. "A family dinner now? Celebrating like father and daughter, using Thompson Enterprise's money?"Bang!Dennis slammed his hand on the table."Get out," he said coldly, pointing at Clinton.Clinton didn't move.Instead, he smiled wider. "Oh? You're kicking me out already?" He tilted his head mockingly. "Are you afraid I might find out something else I shouldn't know?"He

Clinton's eyes went wide.So wide they looked like they might fall out.'What… is happening?'His mind spun, panic crashing into disbelief. 'Why are they bowing? To him? To that provincial nobody?!'He blinked once. Twice. Three times—like that might reset reality.Seraphina was no better off. She stared at Lucien, utterly confused."…What's going on?" she asked quietly.Lucien laughed.He stood up casually and walked toward the four still bowed in front of him. Lowering his voice, he muttered, "Hey—what are you doing? My wife doesn't know yet. Stand up."Arthur, Helena, Victor, and Ethan immediately straightened.Too fast.A little… too obedient.Lucien turned back to Seraphina, smiling. "You remember, right? I told you I've been busy. Lots of odd jobs."She nodded slowly."Fixing things. Deliveries. Driving. Running errands," he said, counting on his fingers. "Basically, I go wherever I'm needed."He chuckled and walked back to her side, then casually pointed at Arthur Thompson."Ta