Sweet Terrifying Anger

Abigail's eyes welled up with tears as she watched Sebastian in the arms of a lady. She couldn't see her face well but she knew this lady wasn't either of the ladies she had seen Sebastine with.

Why was Sebastine such a player?

Just as she thought she'd collapse from the weight of her emotions, a gentle voice interrupted her despair. "Please, take this," a handsome stranger said, offering a crisp white handkerchief.

Abigail's gaze met his, and for a moment, she forgot her sorrow and admired the handsome man.He was stunning, with chiselled features, piercing blue eyes, and a strong jawline that seemed carved by the gods. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his smile could charm the stars from the sky.

But Abigail's pain was too raw, her pride too wounded. She shook her head, refusing the handkerchief, and tried to walk away. However, the stranger's grip on her arm was firm but gentle, stopping her in her tracks. It felt like healing to her hurt soul.

"Have a drink with me," he sugg