Chapter 326 Eye-catching and Heart-pounding
Frederick and Amelia walked in, and Rachel shot a cold look at Sebastian. "Mr. Kingsley, if you have something to say, make it quick. We all have things to do."
Sebastian noticed her icy demeanor and the security behind her. He whispered, "Rachel, can we talk alone?"
Rachel frowned, still cold. "Mr. Kingsley, I've already made concessions."
Sebastian hesitated, looking a bit embarrassed. He took a deep breath and said, "I heard about what happened on the yacht today. If you need my help, just ask. We're about to get married; we shouldn't be fighting over someone irrelevant."
Despite his humble stance, his words showed no sign of admitting fault.
Rachel laughed coldly, eyeing Sebastian. He looked worn out, probably from pressure at home.
"I don't need your help, Mr. Kingsley. I can accept plenty of people's help in Frostpeak, but not yours."
Sebastian frowned. Charles had invited Rachel today, and rumors were flying.
A guy from the yacht party asked if he and Rachel had really broken up, hinting that Charles was interested in her. That news hit Sebastian hard. He had canceled all his plans, focused only on finding Rachel. The thought of her with Charles, someone he barely knew, filled him with fear and urgency.
He had planned to wait until Rachel calmed down, but now he couldn't wait. The idea of her with Charles was unbearable. He needed to see her, talk to her, remind her of their bond.
"Rachel, I was wrong at the golf estate. I reflected a lot. I do feel guilty toward Clara, even pity." His eyes pleaded. "I didn't realize my support for her would hurt you."
Rachel cut him off, her voice sharp. "Mr. Kingsley, you're overthinking. I'm too strong to be hurt." She pulled her wrist free, disdain in her voice. "My heart is iron, emotionless. Since we've broken up, don't trouble yourself."
She turned to leave, but Sebastian, desperate, grabbed her wrist again.
"Rachel, I don't agree to break up or call off the engagement." His voice was firm, eyes pleading.
Rachel turned, her face cold, and slapped him. The slap echoed loudly.
Her hand went numb, and her breath quickened. Sebastian, surprised, quickly calmed and looked at her without blame. "Feel better now?"
Rachel listened to Sebastian, anger flickering in her eyes before giving way to weary cynicism. She laughed coldly, her gaze contemptuous. "Mr. Kingsley, why bother?"
"You said it yourself, someone like me shouldn't have anyone close. I don't care about your dignity." Her words cut through his attempts to explain. "Don't be like a dog that won't leave. Breaking up isn't a divorce; I don't need your consent."
She shook off his hand, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What you can't get from me, you can get from Clara. Don't waste your time."
She turned and walked into the house, leaving Sebastian on the porch, his hand still outstretched.
Sebastian wanted to grab her hand again, but the security personnel stepped in, their stern looks a clear warning.
He watched her go, his expression pained. After a while, he grabbed the railing, eyes fixed on where she had disappeared. The ache faded, replaced by anger.
He shouted, "Rachel, I just supported Clara a bit, helped her. I didn't do anything wrong! Why do you act like I've committed a grave sin?"
Rachel stopped, turned, and looked at him through the Davis Manor gate.
She curled her lips slightly, looked at him for a few seconds, and said slowly, "You had sex with her."
Sebastian felt a chill down his spine.
Rachel saw his defeated look, sneered, and went inside.
Inside, Amelia led Frederick to the living room and checked his hand under the light.
The wound had turned white from seawater, with small grains of sand in it.
"Sit down. I'll clean it for you," Amelia said softly, grabbing the family medical kit.
Frederick sat on the sofa, watching her open the kit. "Can I use your bathroom to shower first? I still feel sticky."
Amelia paused. If she cleaned his wound now, showering would undo it.
She nodded. "Follow me upstairs."
She led him to a guest room.
Frederick stood at the door, hesitant. "Can I use your bathroom?"
Amelia frowned but saw his sincere look. Frederick had always been a clean freak, and his hand was injured saving her.
She sighed and led him to her bedroom.
Frederick followed, his deep blue eyes amused.
Inside, Amelia saw Anna asleep in the small bed. She turned to Frederick, putting a finger to her lips. "Shh."
Frederick nodded and followed her into the bathroom.
Amelia noticed he was still wearing his polished leather shoes. She whispered, "I'll get you slippers. Wait here."
Frederick nodded.
Amelia went downstairs, got a new pair of slippers, and brought them back.
She saw the bathroom door slightly ajar, pushed it open, and handed the slippers to Frederick.
As she did, she saw Frederick had stripped down to his briefs.
His well-defined muscles and perfect V-line made her heart race.
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