Petal's POV I thought I would find him sitting in the living room. But no. He was standing near the enormous window that covered almost the entire wall. His back was facing me as he looked outside. Both his hands were tucked inside his trouser pockets, his posture straight and still. For a moment, he looked less like a man waiting in someone's living room and more like some sort of CEO standing there for a photoshoot. Come on, Petal. I took a slow breath. I had his wallet. His money. His handkerchief. And I had to tell him about his blazer. That was it. There was nothing to be nervous about. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. I slowly walked toward him. My footsteps were almost silent against the floor. "Sebastian." His name left my lips softly. And the moment his grey eyes turned toward me... My heart remembered everything before my mind could stop it. The rain. His warning. His anger. His ruthless expression. The way his voice had changed when he
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