Chapter 154: Feeding Medicine With Utmost Gentleness
Upon hearing her slurred words, Sebastian furrowed his brows deeply and twisted into a knot. 'What is Brooklyn saying? Has she started to babble nonsensically due to being inebriated? Or does she have something on her mind she wants to tell someone? Who is that Kelly?' Sebastian pondered.
Brooklyn's stomach burned. She clutched Sebastian's clothes with both hands, burying her face into his shirt, inhaling the scent of tequila that clung to him with every breath.
"I must be crazy. I always feel like the room smells like him. And even on you, there's his scent, Kelly. What should I do?" she said with a bitter smile.
Sebastian's brows furrowed tightly once again. He placed his hands on either side of Brooklyn's face, her eyes unfocused and hazy.
"Who are you talking about? Answer me," Sebastian said.
Brooklyn smiled bitterly. "Kelly, I think I heard his voice. I must be crazy. I actually heard his voice."
'So, am I the lover she mentioned? But why don't I know anything about it? Why does she behave cluelessly?' Sebastian thought.
Sebastian was in a tangled web of confusion, unable to discern which thoughts were mere illusions or not.
'Brooklyn said she loved me, didn't she? But how could she explain lying in another man's bed on our wedding night, entangled in passion with someone else? Why did she drug his drink, forcing me into her bed, leading to what happened afterward?' Sebastian pondered.
But how could she explain lying in another man's bed on their wedding night, entangled in passion with someone else?
Why did she drug his drink, forcing him into her bed, leading to what happened afterward?
The methods she used on him back then, time and time again, showed no trace of affection, let alone love. 'Brooklyn, how much disguise are you wearing?' Sebastian thought.
Sebastian truly wanted to rip off her mask right now and see what truths lay beneath!
Meanwhile, Brooklyn's phone rang. Sebastian frowned, retrieving the phone from her bag. The screen flashed "Dr. Carter."
He wasn't sure whether to relax or to frown, but his fingers involuntarily answered the call.
"Dr. Mitchell, how are you? Dr. Rivera said you needed to go back on your own. Is that okay?" His voice was urgent, clearly showing fondness, even adoration.
"Dr. Carter, with me, her husband. She doesn't need your concern." Coldness accompanied Sebastian's voice as it overflowed from the receiver. Back at the Karaoke Bar, Zach's fingers tightened. So, Sebastian had taken Brooklyn away.
Zach didn't show panic, just a natural smile. "So, it's Mr. Kingsley. I'm Dr. Mitchell's supervisor, the one who brought her out tonight to have a good time. Seeing her leave sadly, I had to inquire."
Sebastian lightly scoffed, "Whether she's happy or not seems to have nothing to do with you. These are matters of concern for a husband like me. That's it."
"Wait." Zach urgently interrupted. As Sebastian moved the phone away from his ear, Zach interjected, "She has an injury on her hand. As an assistant who underwent two surgeries in a row, she might experience discomfort. If you can, could you give her a massage?"
Zach's concern was so meticulous that it made Sebastian feel ashamed. "Fine." His voice this time wasn't as icy.
Sebastian lifted her hand. These hands, which hadn't performed surgery in a long time, still showed no signs of sewing marks on the fingers. Her slender fingers were long and delicate. Holding them felt surprisingly comfortable. He had never paid attention to her hands before, yet he found himself liking them now.
Almost instinctively, Sebastian, who had no experience in massage, gently began kneading her hand. Upon reflection, not only had he never paid attention to her hands, but he had also never paid attention to her work, her life, or anything about her in the past three years. Subtly, he felt a pang of regret.
He really needed to investigate thoroughly what she said earlier and what happened five years ago! With Brooklyn's personality, she wouldn't tell him if he didn't investigate.
When the Rolls-Royce arrived at the mansion's courtyard, Sebastian carried Brooklyn out of the car. The lights on the second floor of the mansion were already off. But the lights in the grand hall were still on, casting a dazzling array of fragmented light and shadows. Sebastian's entrance was even more striking, and Megan was the spectator.
"Sebastian, you're finally back," Megan said.
Sebastian frowned indifferently. "Go upstairs and back to sleep."
Megan saw the woman he was carrying in his arms, and her teeth itched with hatred. "Mr. Kingsley, I've been waiting for you."
"Did I keep you?" His voice was cold without anger, but clearly showing displeasure.
Knowing she couldn't go against him, Megan could only stare fiercely at Brooklyn, who was completely unconscious. Megan muttered under her breath, "What a drunkard!"
Sebastian paid her no mind, not in acquiescence, but because he had neither the mood nor the time to bother with Megan right now.
He carried Brooklyn into the bedroom on the first floor, lifted the summer cool blanket, and placed her on the bed. Supporting himself with one hand on the edge of the bed, he leaned over to look at her pained, furrowed face. "Do you want some water?" Sebastian couldn't believe that the voice he had just used was actually his own!
The person in the bed let out a soft groan. The burning pain in her stomach forced her upper body into spasms, both hands pressed tightly against her stomach, her long legs curled up into a ball.
It wasn't working since she was in too much pain.
Sebastian massaged her stomach, but it didn't provide much relief.
Getting some quick-acting hangover pills in the medicine cabinet, Sebastian held a glass of water for her.
"Take these pills. It would help," Sebastian said.
Brooklyn just furrowed her brows, seemingly not sure if she was in pain or drunk, completely unconscious.
Sebastian's eyes flashed with a hint of compassion. Then, he decided to place the pills in his mouth, drink some water, and then transfer the bitter liquid to her lips, bit by bit.