ログインSebastian raised a brow as he casually rubbed Rosie's hip while she was still frozen on the velvet bed.“You went quiet so suddenly,” he teased. “Was that slap really that shocking?” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “I still remember you smacking my butt once when I was a kid, sister-in-law. Guess this is payback.”He laughed carelessly. “But my payback is a hundred times worse.”Rosie’s cheeks immediately burned. Of course, she remembered. Little Sebastian had once destroyed her assignment out of jealousy because she spent an entire day studying with Charles instead of paying attention to him. Back then, she lightly smacked him like an older sister disciplining a spoiled child.But now—The roles were completely reversed. And it made her unbelievably embarrassed.Before Rosie could recover properly, Sebastian suddenly pushed her gently backward onto the velvet bed.
Sebastian raised a brow as he casually rubbed Rosie's hip while she was still frozen on the velvet bed.“You went quiet so suddenly,” he teased. “Was that slap really that shocking?”A mischievous grin spread across his face.“I still remember you smacking my butt once when I was a kid, sister-in-law. Guess this is payback.”He laughed carelessly.“But my payback is a hundred times worse.”Rosie’s cheeks immediately burned.Of course she remembered.Little Sebastian had once destroyed her assignment out of jealousy because she spent an entire day studying with Charles instead of paying attention to him.Back then, she lightly smacked him like an older sister disciplining a spoiled child.But now—The roles were completely reversed.And it made her unbelievably embarrassed.Before Rosie could recover properly, Sebastian suddenly pushed
Desiree and Rosie quickly separated from each other the moment Sebastian’s cold voice echoed through the hallway.Rosie immediately straightened her posture and bowed her head politely toward the closed office door.“Good morning, Mr. Edward Sterling,” she greeted softly. “Yes, I’ll come to your office in ten minutes.”Then she tilted her head slightly and asked carefully,“Do you want me to bring anything? Or… do you want me to bring the banana milk from the fridge?”Silence.Then suddenly—“W-WHY WOULD YOU MENTION BANANA MILK?!”Sebastian’s irritated voice exploded from inside the office.“Just come in, damn it!”SLAM!The office door shut violently afterward.For a brief moment, the hallway became completely silent.Then—Rosie let out a small laugh.“It’s cute how he gets flustered whenever someone mentions banana milk.”Desiree stared at her in disbelief.“Cute
Rosie swallowed nervously under Sebastian’s sharp stare.Cold sweat formed on the back of her neck almost instantly.She genuinely had no bad intention when she told Izzie that Uncle Sebastian wasn’t always scary.Last night, Izzie had complained endlessly that she “hated” Uncle Sebastian because he was always angry, always yelling, and always making Mummy cry.Rosie knew that kind of thinking wasn’t good for a little child.Especially not for someone as feisty and confrontational as Izzie.If her daughter kept seeing Sebastian as some kind of monster, she might eventually say something reckless to his face.And Rosie knew better than anyone how dangerous Sebastian’s temper could be.So she had tried to soften Izzie’s perspective.She told her daughter that Uncle Sebastian could smile too.That he actually looked handsome when he laughed.That he wasn’t always
“Okay, it’s done.”Rosie finally tied the end of the fresh bandage neatly around Sebastian’s hand. She checked it one more time to make sure it wasn’t too tight before slowly letting go of his wrist.The wounds had stopped bleeding for now.Rosie released a small sigh of relief and began putting the antiseptic, cotton pads, and used wrappers back into the first-aid kit.Then she looked up at him again.“Please don’t hurt yourself like this anymore, okay?” she said gently. “Your knuckles need time to recover properly. If the wounds keep reopening, it might get worse.”Sebastian leaned back against the sofa, his expression unreadable.“And so what if it gets worse?”Rosie blinked at his response.“…That would be painful,” she answered honestly. “And if it gets infected, we’d have to go to the hospital.”She h
Sebastian slowed his eating when he noticed it.That expression.Across the table, Rosie was watching him—quietly, almost absentmindedly—but there was a faint smile on her lips. It wasn’t loud or exaggerated. Just… soft. Subtle.But it was there.And it bothered him.He frowned, setting his spoon down with a soft clink.“What now?” he asked, his tone edged with irritation. “Why are you smiling like that?”Rosie blinked, as if pulled out of her thoughts.“Ah…” She hesitated for a moment, then answered honestly. “I was just… happy that you’re eating my cooking.”Her fingers curled slightly on her lap as she spoke, her voice gentle but sincere.“It might not be much,” she continued, “especially since you’re used to being around capable people… powerful women who work alongside you.”
“Good evening, Sister-in-law.”Sebastian’s voice slipped through the receiver like velvet—smooth, assured, and laced with something far more dangerous beneath its surface. The faint amusement in his tone made Rosie’s stomach tighten.He already knew.Of course he did.“I assume you’re calling about
Rosie stormed out of the Sterling Enterprises building, her heels striking sharply against the pavement, each step fuelled by humiliation and rage.“I may be desperate,” she snapped aloud, heedless of the curious glances cast her way, “but I did not come here to be treated like a common prostitute.
Rosie sat quietly for several minutes, her gaze drifting about the room with cautious curiosity.The office was vast—sleek and sophisticated, yet touched with something unexpectedly personal. Modern art lined the walls, each piece no doubt worth more than she cared to imagine, while a series of scu
The journey back was a quiet one.Rosie sat by the window, her arm wrapped protectively around Isabella as the city lights blurred past in streaks of gold and white. Beside her, her daughter hummed softly, swinging her legs in idle contentment, blissfully unaware of the storm gathering within her m







