Chapter 8

Sebastian's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.

"Bring her over," he instructed before hanging up the phone.

He settled back into the sleek black sofa, his posture effortlessly refined. Even in relaxation, he appeared like a living masterpiece. The events of that night replayed in his mind, one after another.

Though he had been drugged… he still remembered the feeling vividly.

Whether it was the effect of the drugs or pure desire, he could hardly control himself. He remembered gripping her delicate waist, hearing her voice hoarse with cries, and her broken words...

"Uncle!"

A voice broke through his thoughts.

Sebastian snapped back to reality, looking at Hannah.

She was piling the health supplements onto the coffee table all at once.

"Uncle, I just bought a few things; I hope you’ll accept them," she said politely.

With that, Hannah turned to leave.

Sebastian said, "Wait. Joe will be here in a few minutes; he can give you a ride out."

Hannah fell silent.

Right.

Being chased by dogs