Chapter 112 I'll Personally Guide You
Sebastian's strong hand grabbed her delicate wrist. Caught off guard, Brooklyn stumbled into his arms like a toppling doll, clinging to him like an octopus. She had kicked off one of her slippers. Almost instinctively, her bare foot stepped on his.
Through the thin, almost non-existent fabric, his breath and body heat washed over her like waves engulfing a white sandy beach, swallowing her whole.
Her eyes widened in shock, with her nose almost touching his. The air was thick with an intimate tension, like balloons ready to burst.
When Sebastian reached out, his hand landed precisely on the soft curve between her waist and thigh. His palm pressed against her body, where the damp fabric was clinging to her, revealing her curves.
In her panic, Brooklyn grabbed Sebastian's member. Fearing she might fall, she tightened her grip.
Sebastian almost roared in pain.
Their current position was extremely awkward. Moreover, their actions were so intimate they made one blush.
They locked eyes, falling into a silent standoff.
In this atmosphere ripe for steamy behaviors, Brooklyn's loud sneeze shattered the moment.
Unfortunately, their faces were so close that she couldn't turn away in time, so most of the spray landed on Sebastian's face.
Sebastian's expression turned sour. He pushed Brooklyn away with disgust, letting her fall. His face showed disdain as if a slug had just clung to him.
Brooklyn steadied herself, rubbed her itchy nose, and secretly thought, 'It's really rare to see Sebastian be so embarrassed!'
"Sorry, I might have a cold."
Sebastian's face darkened. "Get out."
Brooklyn wiped her nose with a tissue. Another sneeze was brewing but refusing to come out, making her face turn red. "To where? This is my home."
Sebastian thought, 'Is she sure?'
He sneered and angrily opened the bedroom door. The room was filled with a soft crystal purple hue like purple bed linens and purple curtains. There was a clean bed, table, and vanity. The space was small but neatly arranged.
The air carried a faint scent of gardenias, the same scent she wore, though usually masked by disinfectant, requiring attentive nostrils to discern.
Sebastian closed the bedroom door behind him.
"Sebastian, I need to change. My clothes are all wet! Let me in to get my clothes!" Brooklyn knocked on the door, but Sebastian, sitting on her bed, ignored her, staring at a photo of a seven or eight-year-old girl on the nightstand.
In the photo, Brooklyn was missing a baby tooth, laughing at the camera in a pink princess dress, her round face beaming, eyes forming crescent moons from her wide smile.
She was so adorable.
Sebastian finally had a moment of joy.
"Sebastian, open the door! Do you wish to freeze me to death?"
Sebastian frowned, thinking, 'Brooklyn seems to have transformed into a different person as she grows older. She appeared to be quite well-behaved in her youth. What about now?
'She is obstinate, assertive, capricious, and stubborn, utterly unyielding!'
Placing the photograph flat on the table, he rose coldly to his feet.
Her incessant clamor grated on his nerves.
"Quiet down," Sebastian sternly reprimanded. As expected, the noise outside fell silent for a few seconds. Brooklyn persistently knocked on the door without receiving any response.
Brooklyn thought, 'Could Sebastian truly leave me stranded outside like this?'
Meanwhile, Sebastian thought in his heart, 'Does she require clothing?'
With a swift motion, Sebastian opened the solid wood wardrobe by her window. Despite its three doors, the wardrobe was not capacious; however, its insides appeared desolately vacant. There were just a few outfits for the current season, fewer even than what he dressed for a single week.
Sebastian furrowed his brow.
Reaching out, he opened a drawer, revealing several sets of sleepwear for all seasons neatly stacked inside. At the top resided the nightgown for the current season. It was simple in design and adorned in subdued hues.
In the second drawer, a plethora of women's intimate garments lay folded immaculately in orderly rows. Sebastian frowned, then closed the drawer.
"Sebastian, kindly provide me with some apparel!"
Moments after her outcry, the door swung open. Pinching the straps of the nightgown between two fingers with distaste, he presented it before Brooklyn.
Brooklyn glared. "Pervert!"
Snatching the nightgown, she hurriedly made her escape towards the bathroom, locking the door behind her before gasping for breath heavily.
Leaning against the door frame, Sebastian smirked.
"Silly woman, such a nuisance!"
Despite the prickling sensations erupting across her body, Brooklyn gritted her teeth and finished her shower. As she slipped into the nightgown, she froze.
Sebastian had only given her the nightgown, nothing else!
She didn't even have undergarments!
Tugging at the hem of the nightgown, Brooklyn feigned nonchalance, taking strides out of the bathroom. Retrieving clean blankets and a pillow from the cupboard, she placed them on the sofa to sleep.
Wrapping herself snugly in the blanket, Brooklyn prepared to sleep through till dawn.
Sebastian, separated by a mere wall, meticulously inspected Brooklyn's bedroom before exiting and finding her actually reclining on the sofa.
"Get up."
Frowning, Brooklyn ignored him, thinking, 'What? I can't be allowed to sleep?'
"You had better not indulge in such base, childish antics in my presence. Get up!"
Gritting her teeth, Brooklyn retorted, "The bedroom is yours; I'll take the sofa. Is there anything else that displeases you, Mr. Kingsley?"
She sat up, enveloped in the blanket, shielding her modesty from all angles as Sebastian's penetrating gaze swept over her.
"I told you to get up, Brooklyn. Since your ears seem so useless, shall I take care of them for you?"
Goodness!
Brooklyn clenched her fist, stood up, wrapped in the blanket, and muttered, "Childish."
With one hand casually tucked in his pocket and a large damp patch she had left on him, Sebastian said, "The blanket! Give it to me."
No longer willing to play along, Sebastian thought, 'Calling me childish? Then I'll change it for you to see.'
Stepping back half a pace, Brooklyn replied, "Sebastian, in your mansion, you may do as you please, but here..."
"Here or anywhere, it's all the same. I said! Give it to me!"
Brooklyn thought, 'Fine! It's just a blanket, after all. I'll hand it over!'
She swiftly removed the blanket and tossed it to Sebastian. Her diaphanous nightgown clung loosely to her body, revealing tantalizing curves that flirted with visibility at the slightest breeze.
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