The next day, an earth-shattering voice echoed throughout Sebastian’s villa. "Seb, save me! Please!!!" Sebastian was still sound asleep. He was having a wonderful dream, where he and Rosalie were getting married. Rosalie was wearing a wedding dress, looking like a goddess—beautiful and noble. She was slowly walking toward him, a happy smile on her face. On the other hand, he was ecstatic, and reached out his hand to her. The two of them stood on the stage; under everyone’s gaze, they exchanged wedding rings. When the host announced that the groom could kiss the bride, he cupped her face and gazed at her delicate cheeks. Feeling his heart race, he closed his eyes and leaned in slowly to kiss her. Just as their lips were only a few millimeters apart, a woman's sharp voice pulled him out of his dream. Sebastian had the urge to kill someone. He wasn’t a man with a particularly good temper. His good temper was reserved only for Rosalie, but this woman's voice was obviously n
Just as Sebastian lay back down, Yvonne grabbed his arm and yanked him up. "I don't care! You have to save me. If you don't help me, I'll..." "You'll what?" Sebastian retorted coldly. "You messed up. Can’t you solve your own problems?" "I am solving it! Getting your help is the best way for me to solve this problem!" Yvonne said confidently. She had relied on Sebastian ever since she was a child, and asking for his help was second nature. Her way of solving problems was always straightforward and simple: have Sebastian help her. Sebastian said sternly, "You should learn to take responsibility for yourself. You're an adult now." "Seb, just this once, please? Please help me!" "No. Get out," he said icily. "If you don't help me, I'll go find Rosalie right now!" "What for?" Sebastian frowned when Rosalie was mentioned. "Don't bother her for no reason." Yvonne attacked his weakness. "I'll tell her you have ulterior motives, that you want to pounce on her and sleep with h
"That’s the point!" Yvonne tugged at his sleeve like a spoiled child. "Seb, we're in the same boat now. If Dad finds out, I'll say you're an accomplice too." Sebastian frowned. "I'm helping you, but you're still threatening me. You don’t have a conscience at all." "I just want to be on the same side as you." She hugged him, and rested her head on his shoulder. "But don't worry! Since we're in this together now, whatever happens in the future, I'll help you. Whatever you need me to do, just say it. I'll do it for you, no matter what." "Is that so? I do have something that I want you to help me with," Sebastian said. "What is it? Tell me." Yvonne blinked playfully, her eyes flickering. Sebastian looked at her coldly. "Stay away from me—the farther, the better. And when you go out, don't tell others that we're siblings. Let’s just pretend we don't know each other." Yvonne's face turned pale. "Seb, you're not going to sever ties with me, are you?" Sebastian smiled. "I despera
As soon as Yvonne said "Rosalie", Sebastian stopped in his tracks. Yvonne extended her hand. "Give me back my phone." "Yvonne, how about this? Let's make a deal." Sebastian smirked coldly, then continued, "You can unlock your phone and let me see what you two really talked about, or I'll call Dad right now and tell him you broke his beloved antique. You asked me to clean up the mess, but I refused, and now, I’m telling him about it. How do you think Dad will react?" Yvonne's face darkened. "Seb, we're in the same boat, remember?" Sebastian waved the phone. "If you don't let me see your chat with her, we're not in the same boat anymore." Yvonne balled her fists. "You're involved in breaking the antique too." "Whether I'm involved or not is up to me to decide. Do you think Dad will believe you or me? If he finds out you broke his favorite vase and tried to cover it up, he'll probably punish you and cut you off financially. He might even throw you out of the house, and leave y
He snorted. "Didn’t you send these messages?" Yvonne grinned awkwardly. "It's true I sent them, Seb, but I had my reasons. I was doing it for you!" "You called me petty and a bastard for my sake?" Sebastian gripped the phone tightly and continued walking toward her step by step. "Tell me. Should I throw you down the house, or just twist your neck?" He backed Yvonne into a corner. Nervously, she said, "Seb, come on, take a closer look. I said those things on purpose to test Rose. See how much she cares about you? I wanted to know what she thought of you. Look at her replies!" Sebastian glanced at the phone screen again, and his icy gaze softened. He had only been focusing on the offensive things Yvonne said about him, but now, he realized how kind Rosalie's replies were. He stopped scrunching up his face. Seeing Sebastian's mood improving, Yvonne hurriedly continued, "See? She cares a lot about you! I said those things on purpose, and she immediately defended you without
Seeing Sebastian's dark expression, Yvonne couldn’t help but tremble. Although her brother could be harsh with her, she knew he didn’t really mean it. However, this time, she could see a genuine warning in his eyes. She did not dare to speak, and she felt a chill down her spine. Sebastian went back to the bed and sat down. He said coldly, "You can only be siblings if you’re related by blood." Theodore wanted to be Rosalie's brother, but their relationship was a mess. After their divorce, Theodore still wanted to be her brother—which was plain ridiculous. That man was just a coward. He lacked the courage to be Rosalie's husband, but he was unwilling to let go, so he thought of staying on as her brother. What a greedy and shameless man! Sebastian would never be as weak as Theodore. He didn't want to be Rosalie’s brother—he refused! He wanted a genuine relationship, and not a fake one. Suddenly, Yvonne realized why Sebastian had such a strong reaction when she said that he c
Sebastian felt his heart tremble. "Do you think I was confessing?" "Duh! It’s so obvious! The words 'love you' are written on this sticker. If I were Rosalie, I would have definitely seen through you." He immediately had a bad feeling. "Maybe things aren’t as bad as it seems. I could have just sent it without much thought." "Did you really not think about it before sending it?" Yvonne asked. "There are so many stickers to choose from, so why did you choose that one? If I'm not mistaken, this sticker only appears if you type 'love you' in the search bar. You didn't dare to send those words, so you just sent the sticker." Sebastian was rendered speechless. Yvonne had hit the bullseye. He cleared his throat hastily. "It was an accident. I didn't think much about it at the time. It’s just a sticker, no big deal." "If you didn't think it was a big deal, why are you asking me?" Yvonne retorted sharply. "I..." Sebastian was rendered speechless by her remark. "Then, what should
Yvonne pursed her lips. "Well, in that case… There’s a high chance she doesn’t like you. If you didn't scare her away and she still can't be bothered to text you, then now that you've scared her, she'll be even less likely to text you. The best thing to do now is to send her a message and see what she says. I'll help you figure out the situation." Sebastian looked at the time. "It's too early now. She’s probably still in bed." He didn’t think about it before sending that sticker last night, and now, he was feeling uneasy. He was scared Rosalie might hate him if she knew his intentions. It would be worse if she thought he was taking advantage of her vulnerability, and giving her pressure when she was feeling sad. "My, aren’t you considerate." Yvonne sat on his bed. "What about I call her now and sound her out for you?" "Right now?" "Yeah, I'm her sister now. It's normal if I call her now and ask her if she wants to have breakfast with me. I'm a girl, so If I ask her, she'l