LOGINSebastian 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?&rdqu
For a moment, I thought Charles might have been abusing her or something...The thought surfaced unexpectedly.It was only speculation, but after everything Izzie had said, Sebastian couldn't help wondering whether his brother had done more than simply neglect Rosie.Yet the more he thought about it, the more their marriage reminded him of his parents'.His father had spent years chasing one woman after another without a shred of shame.And his mother?She had simply looked the other way.In return, she had access to endless money and an extravagant lifestyle.Whenever his father's affairs became too difficult to ignore, she'd compensate by buying expensive things she didn't need and drinking herself into oblivion.Rosie had entered that household as Charles's girlfriend and, before long, had become Sebastian's caregiver.Sebastian had always despised that sort of arrangement.In his view, if you committed yourself to one person, you stayed loyal.Simple as that.But Charles had follo
Sebastian knew perfectly well that his sister-in-law was trying her hardest not to laugh, much to his irritation.Clicking his tongue, he chose to ignore both her and his troublesome niece. Picking up the ladle, he poured a little more ginger soup into Rosie's bowl before saying,"You've got ginger soup and pumpkin soup in front of you. Eat it—no, eat both."The faint smile on Rosie's lips disappeared instantly.She stared at the two bowls sitting before her.For most people, they were merely starters.For Rosie, however, they amounted to an entire day's worth of food.Her face gradually lost colour as she looked down at them. Then she glanced up at Sebastian and Izzie, who were both watching her expectantly, waiting for her to take the first spoonful.The attention alone made her unbearably nervous.Her palms began to sweat."I-I'll eat later," Rosie said softly, trying to avoid the issue.She could manage the soup.But even half a bowl would make her feel painfully full, and her anx
But despite her expectation, Sebastian didn't say anything. His face grew darker, and obviously, he was displeased with what she did. But he didn't blast her.For a while, Sebastian seemed to be deep in thoughts, before saying, "You've made too much ginger soup for me. My hangover is not that bad. Bring another bowl and eat half of it.""Ah, b—but it's not much…" Rosie said. She was sure that she measured the ingredients correctly based on Sebastian's preference. Since she stayed with him, she gradually learned some habits of adult Sebastian, some of which were alike, but some were totally opposite to his childhood.So she had to adapt to his preference, including the amount of food that Sebastian wanted. She paid attention to his food consumption, watched how Sebastian ate, and how much food he left after having meals, then prepared meals according to his portions in order to avoid waste. So her family would have enough food to stay healthy, but not too much."I… I think you can have
She... looks frightened... Sebastian thought. Am I really that intimidating? Why would she be afraid of me?Sebastian knew he wasn't the most patient man in the world, nor the kindest. But he had never laid a hand on her, and he never would, no matter how furious he became.When he was truly angry, he preferred taking it out on inanimate objects. He could smash furniture to pieces, even tear a house apart if pushed far enough—but he would never...I would never hurt her...The thought echoed through his mind as he stared, transfixed, into his sister-in-law's tear-filled eyes.Rosie panicked when Sebastian gave no response.She assumed he was disgusted by her tears and furious about what had happened the night before. That had to be why he wasn't speaking.Her already pale face turned even whiter as fear consumed her. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and rolled slowly down her cheek.Her lips—still slightly swollen and chapped from their desperate kisses the previous night—tre
Rosie stood before the full-length mirror and stared at her reflection.The marks scattered across her pale skin were impossible to miss.She had always been thin—too thin, in her opinion. Sharp collarbones, narrow shoulders, and delicate limbs that made her feel fragile whenever she looked at herself for too long.Yet despite that, Sebastian had held her as though she were something precious.Rosie shook her head."I can’t believe he was even attracted to this body," she murmured to herself. "It looks so... unattractive."Her gaze drifted across her reflection.There were countless reminders of the previous night. Faint bruises, lingering marks, and evidence of a passion she still struggled to comprehend.Surely it had only happened because he was drunk.That explanation made the most sense.After all, she had seen Charles stumble into bed with plenty of women after a night of drinking. Men didn’t think clearly when they were intoxicated.At least, that was what Rosie told herself.U
"Ah, t-that’s because my dressing gown slipped off while I was sleeping," Rosie explained quickly. Her eyes landed on the black satin robe still clutched in Izzie’s hands, and she finally understood how her daughter had figured out she was in Sebastian’s bedroom. "That’s why Uncle Sebastian lent Mummy one of his T-shirts.""Hmm... I don’t believe you, Mummy," Izzie said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.Rosie forced a smile. "And why not?""Because your neck is covered in bruises!" Izzie declared, pointing accusingly at her. Her active imagination immediately sprang into action. "Did Uncle Sebastian keep pinching your neck last night?"Rosie froze.Completely froze.She had forgotten all about the marks Sebastian had left behind.With her pale complexion, even the slightest bruise stood out clearly, and those marks were hardly subtle.For a moment, Rosie desperately searched for an explanation, but her mind came up completely blank.Somehow, she had been cornered by a seven-year-old.
Rosie made her way to the school’s administrative office to settle Izzie’s tuition for the term. By her understanding, the f*e ought to have been in the region of twenty thousand pounds—already a sum so considerable it made her chest tighten at the mere thought of it.Previously, such an amount had
Monday morning came. Rosie rose early once more, well before the day had properly begun. There was much to be done—breakfast to prepare not only for Izzie but also for her employer, Sebastian Edward Sterling, and luncheon to arrange for her daughter, who remained, as ever, quite particular about her
Rosie reacted at once, catching hold of her daughter’s arm and gently but firmly pulling her aside.“I’m so sorry, Sebastian,” she said quickly. “P–Please don’t be upset with Izzie. She’s only a child, I—”“Tch. It’s fine,” he cut in, dismissive. “Just make me the same smoothie. And from now on, yo
Rosie, Izzie, and Desiree arrived at The Grey Hut just as the early evening crowd began to gather.Though they had made no reservation, fortune—or rather familiarity—was on their side.“Rosie!”Desmond appeared almost at once, his face lighting with unmistakable warmth as he approached. He clasped







