Chapter 165: Brooklyn, You Are Heartless
Megan draped herself in a long dress. Without even knocking, she walked in and twirled around. The thin and flowing dress had a deep V-neck that revealed a hint of cleavage without any effort.
If his lover went out dressed like this, any decent man would probably mind. However, Sebastian, in a weary tone, said, "Looks good."
With just those two words, Megan flushed with happiness. "I'll take this dress then. There will be many reporters at the event, and I'll choose some good photos to bring back."
Sebastian held the phone and didn't hang up, nor did he move away. "Fine."
With simple words, he dismissed Megan.
Meanwhile, Brooklyn's emotions were already in turmoil.
The compliment "looks good" was something he had never said to Brooklyn. She had dressed up carefully before, like the time she chose a backless gown for a Kingsley family banquet. Without seeking his opinion, Sebastian had coldly rejected it, saying, "What are you wearing? Change it!"
After that incident, Brooklyn had never sought his opinion on her outfits again.
From then on, he had taken charge of her event and banquet attire.
He didn't appreciate her sense of style.
"I'll give you an hour. That's enough," Sebastian said before hanging up. Brooklyn sneered at the darkened screen of her phone, "Sebastian, do I deserve this?"
After venting her frustration, Brooklyn pulled out the IV needle, threw back the covers, and prepared to get out of bed.
"Dr. Mitchell, what's going on?" Zach hurriedly entered the room. He had changed and washed his face, but the redness in his eyes was still evident.
"I have an emergency and must be discharged now," Brooklyn said as she bent down to pick up her shoes. However, the dizziness overwhelmed her as she lowered her head. Her blood seemed to flow backward, causing a splitting headache.
Zach quickly crossed over and supported her upper body. "What happened?"
"Family issue. Sebastian wants me back," Brooklyn replied.
Without thinking or guarding her words, Brooklyn told Zach about the situation at home. After speaking, she awkwardly changed the subject, "Um, I'll put on my shoes now."
Leaning in, Zach looked up at her. "Shall I accompany you?"
He was glad she shared her worries with him at this urgent moment.
"No, I can handle it. Pretend you didn't hear anything just now," Brooklyn added.
Zach gently tapped her shoulder with his clean fingers. "You can pretend you didn't say it, but I can't. Anytime you need me, don't bear it alone, okay?"
A sense of ambiguity suddenly spread between them. Brooklyn's emotions were complex. Thoughts of what Kelly had said resurfaced in her mind. After all, Zach was such a good man.
No, she couldn't dwell on this now.
"No matter what's on your plate, you must come back within three hours. The toxins in your body haven't been completely cleared yet. Exceeding this time could be life-threatening," Zach reminded.
"I know," Brooklyn replied.
After all, she was also a doctor.
Watching Brooklyn's stubborn figure leave, Zach felt a pang of discomfort.
She still wouldn't relent.
Her weakened body seemed like it could collapse at any moment, but thankfully, she managed to hail a cab.
Upon arriving at the villa, Brooklyn had just opened the door, not even having changed her shoes when a tall figure swiftly moved from the living room to stand in front of her.
A strong arm grabbed her delicate wrist and pulled her up without a word.
The forceful man dragged her through the living room and into a long corridor, almost lifting her off the ground the entire time.
Sebastian forcefully threw her onto the bed!
The impact on her back caused intense pain, making her forehead twist in agony, almost letting out a cry.
"You didn't come home all night. Have you forgotten who you are?" Sebastian spoke, not in a harsh reprimand but with a hint of helplessness.
But Brooklyn drained without the energy to discern his tone and propped herself up on the bed. "Tell me, what do you want?"
Sebastian stood tall with his back to the window, his entire figure bathed in a halo of light, outlining him with a golden glow. His face remained in shadow, hiding his expression.
"That's my question to you." he didn't answer, throwing the question back at her.
With her fingers clutching the sheets, a surge of emotions roiled inside Brooklyn, consuming her. "Sebastian, I just want the divorce. I don't want a penny of your wealth, your status or fame."
"Don't let me hear the word 'divorce' again. We can't divorce in this lifetime," Sebastian clenched his fists, his cold eyes flashing with a hint of pain in the shadows.
She couldn't see it.
Brooklyn sneered, "Just consider me dead. Please?"
Step by step, Sebastian approached her. "Brooklyn, are you really a heartless woman?"
Brooklyn looked up fearlessly, a familiar stabbing pain coursing through her body, leaving her with nowhere to escape. Gritting her teeth through the intense pain, she said, "Do you want to tear me apart, Sebastian?"
He angrily pinched her chin with his long fingers, almost as if he wanted to crush her. But then, his fingers suddenly stiffened. Brooklyn, as pale as snow, with cracked lips devoid of color, looked almost like a paper doll.
"What's wrong with you?!" Sebastian asked.
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