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Scarlett’s POV

“For a drink,” I shrug, leaving. I didn’t want to talk to him, but getting words out of my body finally got me to get back in control of my shaken body.

Suddenly Sebastian grips my chin and raises my head in his direction, tilting his head at me with a frown: “You cut yourself.”

“Let go,” I push his hand with a frown, but he won’t let go.

I would be so happy before, if his attention could land on me like this. But not anymore. I don’t like him touching me at will as if I am still his belongings. I was. Not anymore.

My hand might have shaken when I pressed the bottle under my jaw. I didn’t know it would be so sharp. But he fixes my head in that position more like to force me to look at him, rather than checking my wound.

“Did you mention my wound to help, or you just want to watch me bleed to death?”

Glaring at him, I claw his wrist. He clicks his tongue as he lets go.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, I restrain myself from rolling my eyes. But again, Sebastian raises a