My Autistic Incubus Turned Out To Be The Missing Heir Chapter 07

My Autistic Incubus Turned Out To Be The Missing Heir Chapter 07

The next day, I gave Julian an address, tricking him into buying me a caramel apple. In reality, the company’s recovery team was waiting there. 

Almost as if he sensed something, Julian asked me three times, his eyes aggrieved and angry. “Are you really making me go? But… I’m not even 25 yet.” 

Confused, I slapped his butt. “Go, or I’ll strip you 

naked.” 

Under my harassment, he gave me a deep look and left. The second he was out, I grabbed my suitcase, moved to a new apartment, and picked up Lucky the dog. 

By dusk, the new incubus arrived. 

“Lucky, let’s inspect your new dad.” 

I rubbed my hands together in excitement and tore open the packaging. Before I could do anything, I heard rustling. Looking out the window, I realized my house was surrounded. 

Men in black suits, armed and muscular. They 

didn’t look friendly. My phone had no signal. The 

internet was cut. 

My blood ran cold. Just as I was drafting my will, the electronic lock clicked open. I looked at the intruder and lost my voice. 

“Julian? Weren’t you…” 

“Returned?” The boy gave a self–deprecating 

smirk. 

He was dressed in a tailored suit and red–bottom shoes, stepping closer with blood–red eyes. His 

aura was terrifying. The last time he looked at me like this was when Lucky had begged me for pets. 

I forced out the obvious question, “You know who you really are?” 

“Yes.” The distance between us closed. 

With nowhere to hide, I ducked behind the newly unboxed incubus, poking my head out. “Julian, calm down, we both had our difficulties…” I trailed off guiltily. I really didn’t have any difficulties. 

Julian shot a look, and a bodyguard dragged the new incubus and Lucky out of the room, politely 

closing the door behind them. 

Julian’s gaze roamed over me, his Adam’s apple bobbing. To ‘inspect the goods‘, I had showered 

twice, lit candles, opened wine, and wore a sheer 

lingerie set. Who knew my romantic night would 

turn into this? 

“Chloe,” Julian’s eyes burned, his voice 

dangerously low. “Why didn’t you want me?” 

“I was always capable. I just didn’t want to break 

you.” 

“Why couldn’t you give me a little more time? Why 

buy a new one?” 

“If I came a second later, were you going to let 

him…” 

I had never heard him speak so much at once. His 

heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would 

explode. 

“What are you talking about?” I crossed my arms 

defensively. “What do you mean I didn’t want you? 

You hate me! You smiled at Victoria!” 

“Didn’t you say you were going to destroy me?!” 

“The new guy at least has all his functions, unlike 

you, you useless eye candy!” 

I never lose a verbal fight. I took a breath to keep 

going, but my lips were violently captured. 

My first thought: Wow, he initiated a kiss. My 

training worked. 

My second thought: This man is insane.