12. I'm Mr. Holding's...

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My heart jumped at the rage I drew on Sebastian's face. Why could I not stop myself from blurting out whatever was on my mind? This mouth will be the death of me.

"N-nothing, Mr. Holding. I said break. You only misheard it."

"I'm not buying it. You said something."

His ears were sharp as his eyes.

I must control myself around this man.

“I did not, Mr. Holding. However, no matter what I say, I cannot change your mind, right?” I pouted my lips. “If I offend you at any cost, could you forgive me, Mr. Holding?”

Sebastian looked at me as if he was going to puke. “Why are you giving me that weird look, woman?” he asked.

“Nothing. To clear up some misunderstanding?” I blinked a couple of times and tried to act cute even if I felt sick doing this myself.

Sebastian waved his hand. “Erase that look. It does not look good on you.”

“If Miss Olivia pouted like this, does it look good on her?” I inquired. "Does it make your heart race?"

“I do not like a woman who acted like a child. Who