My Autistic Incubus Turned Out To Be The Missing Heir Chapter 06

My Autistic Incubus Turned Out To Be The Missing Heir Chapter 06

Bestie: [Chloe, you remembered I exist? I thought 

you and your little incubus were too busy having wild sex to care about the real world.] 

Me: [Babe, what happens if I offended the Sterling family?] 

Bestie: [What?] 

Me: [My incubus might be the lost Sterling heir…] 

Bestie: [You’re telling me the defective product you forced yourself on for months, who says he hates you, is the Chairman’s only son? Block me. If you survive, hit me up on tinder.] 

Mid–conversation, the front door opened. Julian’s flush hadn’t faded yet. Normally, I would hug him and say dirty things to make him turn red all over. Now, I just gave a guilty, ugly smile and ran into my 

bedroom. 

Bestie: [Does he know his identity yet?] 

Me: [Not yet.] The chat said Victoria only 

suspected it. 

Bestie: [Then distance yourself and move out immediately. Once he returns to the Sterling 

family, he’ll be too busy dealing with corporate 

messes to bother with you.] 

“Chloe.” Julian knocked. “I returned the package.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me.it was…” He couldn’t finish 

the sentence. 

I opened the door and smiled apologetically. “My 

bad. It won’t happen again.” 

Julian looked at me like I was a ghost. He stood 

perfectly still, not leaving. After a long time, he 

awkwardly asked, “Do you like those things a lot?” 

“Kind of.” I nodded, thinking he was judging my 

morals again. 

His eyelashes fluttered, and he shrank back onto 

the sofa. For some reason, it felt like he was 

throwing a tantrum… 

But time was running out. I grabbed my phone and 

quickly filled out a return application. Julian was a ticking time bomb. When I got to the “Reason for 

Return” section, I hesitated. 

Pacing irritably, I accidentally saw Victoria’s photo 

on Julian’s lit phone screen. He quickly locked it. 

“Who is she?” I played dumb. 

His eyes darted away. “Not important.” 

I knew he was lying, so I didn’t push. Habitually, I 

leaned in for a kiss, but he dodged me. Fine. He 

had a sweetheart now, he didn’t even want me 

touching him. His bad mood was probably 

because I was standing in the way of his true love. 

I clicked the return page, aggressively typed: 

[Lacks husbandly virtues, deserves to be struck by 

lightning] and hit submit. 

That night, the house was unusually quiet. I held 

my tablet, picking a new incubus recommended 

by customer service.. 

CS: [Dear customer, these models have full adult 

functions and guarantee absolute loyalty.] 

CS: [Dear customer, do you have any specific 

preferences? For example: aloof or energetic, 

domestic or domineering, Dom or sub–ah, oops, 

scratch that, force of habit!] 

I purposefully requested traits completely 

opposite to Julian: [I want an enthusiastic, 

golden–retriever type.] 

They sent a picture. Not as gorgeous as Julian, 

but decent. 

Me: [Done. I’ll take him.]