Chapter 13: Do You Have Unnecessary Thoughts About Me?
With that, she hastily said to the policeman:
– I understand.
Sebastian didn’t say anything else and walked towards the entrance with his long legs. When he discovered that Roxane was not following him, he turned to her and asked her tonelessly:
-Aren’t you going to leave?
She came to her senses and hurried to walk next to Sebastian before looking at his impeccable side profile and saying:
– Mr. Flores, thank you for this evening.
Sebastien looked at her out of the corner of his eye. The night seemed to make everything ambiguous. He withdrew his gaze and replied indifferently,
– Hmm.
– Mr. Flores, do you like going to clubs?
– I came to support my friend, declared Sebastien, stopping abruptly. He remained expressionless as he continued to say:
– Thanks to you, he has to go to the police station to resolve this misunderstanding.
– Um… I’m sorry.
She lowered her head and apologized obediently.
Sebastian didn’t say anything else and walked towards the black Bentley parked near the entrance.
When the driver saw Sebastien, he quickly got out of the car and opened the car door.
Just as Roxane leaned over to get into the car, Sebastien suddenly said:
– Wait a minute.
She froze. Then, she turned to look at Sebastian who had unbuttoned his suit jacket and draped it over his body. She could immediately smell the faint wood scent of the jacket. She blinked in confusion as she said:
– I’m not cold.
Sebastien’s gaze was piercing as he said in a tone that seemed to give an order:
– Don’t dress like that in a club in the future.
Roxane instinctively lowered her head to look at her clothes. Earlier in the afternoon, Jessica had chosen a black backless dress for herself that revealed her pair of long, slender blonde legs.
– For what?
Sebastien frowned, looking at her suspiciously.
“Is she really not aware or is she pretending to be innocent?”
Roxane’s eyes were clear as she looked at him. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed as she looked at him with a perplexed expression.
Sebastien leaned down and deliberately lowered his head next to her face before slowly saying in an extremely low voice:
– Because it could give men useless thoughts…
Sebastian’s low, hoarse voice brought a touch of warmth to his ears. She felt like she was being scalded. She turned to look at his handsome side profile and blurted out:
– Do you have useless thoughts about me?
-…
Sebastien was speechless.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
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Late at night.
Roxane was lying on the huge, soft bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. As she moved she saw the suit jacket that was hanging on a rack, she remembered her return home with Sebastian.
During the trip, he closed his eyes and did not speak at all. He didn’t even look at her when they got home; he immediately went upstairs.
“What kind of person is he? What kind of woman hasn’t he seen before? He can’t be interested in me. He only reminded me earlier for the sake of my brother. How could he be so stupid and blurt out such stupid words?”
She tossed and turned in her bed for another half hour before finally giving up on trying to sleep. She got up and quietly walked down the stairs.
When she couldn’t sleep, she used to cook something. Cooking allowed her to briefly forget the thoughts that tormented her.
She immersed herself in the joy of cooking.
The night sky outside the window was like the color of ink slowly lightening.
At this moment…
– What are you doing?
The sudden icy voice surprises Roxane. She turned around and saw the man standing at the entrance to the kitchen. He wore a pair of white sportswear and white mesh shoes. He had clearly just washed; droplets of water hung from the ends of her hair. Compared to his usual attire, he looked very casual now.
After calming down, she said politely:
– Hello, Mr. Flores.
Sebastian nodded slightly as his gaze fell on the kitchen top. He asked:
– You didn’t sleep at all?
The small bowl in front of her was filled with crab roe; the plate next to it was filled with crab meat. The trash can on the floor was filled with shells.