Semua Bab Sebastian's Obsession: Bab 121 - Bab 129

Sebastian's POV The rhythmic thud of rain against the windshield filled the silence inside my Rolls-Royce. Only a few minutes ago, the roads had been dry beneath a bright summer sky. Now, dark clouds swallowed the afternoon, and rain poured from the heavens as if it had been waiting for the perfect moment to descend upon New York. The windshield wipers swept back and forth in a steady rhythm. Swish... swish... swish... Traffic had slowed considerably. Headlights reflected off the rain-soaked asphalt, stretching into long golden streaks. Pedestrians hurried beneath umbrellas while others ran for shelter, laughing, complaining, or simply accepting defeat against the weather. I had never liked rain. Not because it was unpleasant. Because it disrupted everything. Schedules. Traffic. Plans. Today's plan included finally seeing Penelope after ten long years. A faint smile tugged at my lips. Ten years... How much could change in ten years? Apparently, everything. I reached f

sebastian's POV The rain showed no intention of stopping. It lashed against the windshield in endless sheets, turning the world beyond the glass into a blur of shimmering lights and distorted shadows. Water rolled down the windows in restless streams while thunder rumbled somewhere far away, wrapping the city in a cold, restless silence. I rounded the front of the car, rain soaking the shoulders of my shirt before I slipped into the driver's seat and shut the door behind me. The loud patter of rain was instantly muffled. Only the rhythmic tapping on the roof remained. I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my damp hair before reaching for my seatbelt. That was when something caught my attention. My blazer sleeve. I frowned. I turned toward the passenger seat, expecting to find the blazer folded neatly beside her. Surely she had taken it off. It wasn't hers. It belonged to a complete stranger who had only met her an hour ago. If she had removed it careless

sebastian's POV "Who are you?" Her voice was hoarse from sleep. A beat later, panic flickered across her face. "Why am I here?" I stared at her. From the college to her home, she had slept as though she didn't have a single problem in the world. Peacefully. Comfortably. As if the man sitting beside her wasn't a complete stranger. And now, after nearly half an hour of uninterrupted sleep, she finally decided to ask who I was. I almost laughed. Almost. Instead, I raised one eyebrow. That was enough to make her stare at me. She blinked. Then suddenly... She smiled. I frowned. What the hell? "But you are very handsome." I said nothing. She continued looking at me with that sleepy, innocent expression. "Hello, handsome." Before I could react, her hand came up and touched my face. My entire body stiffened. What was she doing? I immediately caught her wrist and moved her hand away from my face. "Behave, little girl." She pouted. "But I was just complimenting yo

Petal's POV I was startled. No. Startled was an understatement. I was traumatized. I sat frozen in the passenger seat, my back pressed firmly against the window, staring at the rain sliding down the glass as if those tiny droplets were suddenly the most fascinating things in the world. My eyes still burned from the tears I'd tried to wipe away. What had I even done? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I had simply fallen asleep. Accidentally. I hadn't planned to sleep in his car. I hadn't thought, Oh, let me comfortably doze off beside a strange man I've known for approximately half an hour. I had been cold, exhausted and soaked from the rain. My body had simply given up. And this man— This terrifying, grumpy, short-tempered man— had scolded me as though I'd committed some unforgivable crime. Does he have split personality or something? I secretly glanced at him. His face was unreadable. His eyes remained fixed ahead. His jaw was still tense. Of course. Mr. Angry. Wh