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“Peter?” “Probably.” Sebastian didn’t seem particularly concerned. “But he won’t do anything in public. Not yet.” “Reassuring,” Karen muttered sarcastically. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched Sebastian’s lips. “Finish your shopping. I’ll wait for you.” He walked away and sat down in one of the velvet armchair near the window. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and began typing, completely at ease, as if waiting for his fake wife to shop was something he did every day.

*** "What's wrong with you, Dit? Your face looks like you weren't given any rations." Sebastian's voice from behind made Radit exhale harshly. He felt too lazy to respond to his friend's ramblings just now. However, he had no choice because he was the one who really cared about him. "You're so nosy," Radit grumbled as Sebastian pulled a chair right in front of his table. "Better get married." Sebastian shook his head as he rested his hands on the table. He pursed his lips and said, "No. This person in front of me looks miserable. I'm not even sure if marriage can make me happy." His finger pointed right at Radit's handsome, withered face.

Clearly not impressed, Sebastian continued to grumble, "I'm afraid you won't have a chance to be foolish again. Who knows what'll happen when you get back? Whether your heads stay on your shoulders is another matter." "If it comes to that, I have my ways. You don't have to worry," Carissa assured him confidently. Sebastian knew that her promises didn't guarantee much, but he couldn't help but agree with her—someone always had to be the fool. The common people needed fools like them. Still, a part of Sebastian wished the fools weren't Rafael and Carissa, but someone else. He walked over to a dusty shelf and pulled down a small wooden box. Blowing off the dust, he wiped it with a cloth before

Sebastian stares at him a moment longer, relishing it. He rifles for his clothes, but a picture of a much younger River captures his attention. Sebastian strides over to the small table, and grabs his underwear. He puts it on, all while keeping his eyes glued to the framed picture, on the top shelf of the computer desk. River seemed to be at least thirteen years of age, in the picture. There was an innocent glint of excitement in River's eyes, but also a deep sadness that everyone seemed to disregard. So much loneliness that Sebastian could feel it, and sympathize. There was a smile on River's face, that displays his projection of a happy thought and even though Sebastian was conscious of it

“YES.” “No.” “Mommy.” “Poppy.” “This might be for my mental health.” “It’s a plastic castle, not therapy.” Sebastian stood near the entrance, hands in the pockets of his dark gray sweatpants, his dark hair still slightly damp after his shower, his plain white T-shirt far too simple for someone who still managed to look like an expensive watch ad without wearing a watch. He looked at the box, then at me. “She lost a Barbie in a dinosaur attack,” he said.

Who? ” Sebastian “

She sent another message. • • • On the other hand, Sebastian comes out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He only wrapped the towel around his waist and dyed his hair with his fingers. He ended up in front of the mirror, looking at himself and dying his hair with his hands. He is tall, with 193 cm of broad shoulders. He looks so hot and yummy—his skin complexion is so fair. The notification sound grabbed his attention, making him look at his phone. He quickly picks up his phone in his hand and checks the notification.

I said. The door opened, and Sebastian stood in the doorway with two large suitcases in his hands. His face was indeed more fierce than Leon's, Adrian's, or any man I had ever met. His eyebrows were thick and tended to dip at the ends, making him look angry even when he was smiling. His jaw was firm, almost square, with a bit of stubble that was never really clean-shaven. His dark hazel eyes were sharp like an eagle looking for prey. "Good morning, darling," he said.

She had to link repeatedly to see, and even then, she was sure the view in front of her was a hallucination. Sebastian was eating cornflakes with milk. His back leaned against a fluffy pillow, and his legs were crossed. A TV with Pokémon playing on it was where his eyes were, and he was entirely shirtless. Lucy almost choked, gaining the attention of the beauty himself. He peered down at her with a slightly curled lip, yet he appeared anything but friendly. With his muscles and mischievous eyes, Sebastian looked like a hawk waiting to strike its prey. Naughtiness was dancing in those green eyes, making Lucy fight a shudder.

"It's a gift, I suppose." Our conversation shifted to the farm lot—the unique prize that was now in Sebastian's possession. "What are your plans for Harper's farm lot?" "For the future, Amber. When the time comes for you to reveal your true identity as Willow Davis, imagine their shock when they find out that one of their prized properties already belongs to you." His reply held a note of mystery. "Sebastian, I'm not sure I can fully express how grateful I am for your support and help." He smiled, his gaze steady. "You don't need to, Amber. I promised you, I’m always here for you, in every battle. What do you think about it? Are you okay with it… or not? And when will you going to start pest