Chapter 184 Why Is There Suddenly a Man Here?
While they were eating fish, Brooklyn couldn't shake the feeling that she was constantly flirting with Sebastian. She probably wouldn't touch fish again for a long time.
She wasn't sure if it was his suggestive tone or if she was just overthinking it, but his words and teasing were so flirtatious it was almost unbearable.
After dinner, she went to wash the dishes.
When she came back, Sebastian was still on the sofa in the living room. This time, instead of her medical files, he was reading an old book from the shelf.
Leaning against the kitchen door frame, she watched him. He lounged on the sofa, his long legs crossed. Even flipping through a book, he had this noble, elegant air, like a British royal.
The papers touched by his slender fingers seemed to absorb his nobility.
Sebastian was like opium, addictive and toxic.
"Do you enjoy peeking like this?" He didn't look up, but his tone was so certain she couldn't deny it.
"When did I peek?" She quickly grabbed a towel to dry her hands.
"Well, not exactly peeking, nor openly watching. Come here." He flipped a page with his long fingers.
His invitations were always so smooth. If Brooklyn resisted, it would only make her look guilty.
Brooklyn hesitated but moved to the small two-seater sofa. He took up two-thirds of it, leaving her the rest.
She decided to sit down. The distance between them was just a few inches, and a slight movement could make their arms or legs touch, creating an intimate and ambiguous friction.
Frowning, Brooklyn wondered what was going on. 'Why are neurological patient records here? And why are some patients who don't need surgery diagnosed with cardiac issues?'
She forgot about Sebastian next to her and slammed the files in anger.
Sebastian looked up casually. "What's wrong?"
Brooklyn forced a smile. "Work stuff."
Sebastian glanced at the files in her hands. "Patients are being assigned to the wrong department; the mistakes are obvious. It's frustrating."
Brooklyn thought, 'How did he know?'
"Don't act so surprised. I went through the files while you were cooking."
Brooklyn fell silent.
Sebastian slowly raised his gaze, his deep, unreadable eyes shimmering with wisdom. "Pour me a glass of water," he said.
Brooklyn yelled inwardly, 'Didn't he see I was angry? Asking me to pour water? Dream on!'
Brooklyn did pour water, but only one glass, and she took a sip before placing it in front of herself. "Help yourself."
Sebastian continued reading, and Brooklyn focused on her files. He had one hand holding the book, the other resting on the back of the sofa behind her, his long fingers dangling down. His arm was slightly bent as if he were embracing her.
After a while, Sebastian withdrew his hand to flip the book. Every time he did, his hand would touch Brooklyn's hair, sometimes even her ear.
Each touch of their skin brought a sense of intimacy, a faint mix of his agave and her gardenia scent lingering in the air.
Under the warm glow of the floor lamp, Brooklyn could casually observe his profile. He had his head slightly lowered, his hair covering half his forehead, casting shadows that accentuated his features.
As she watched, Sebastian's hand leisurely reached out in front of her, taking the glass of water. The edge of the glass touched his lips as he took a sip, exactly where she had drunk from moments ago.
His strong fingers complemented the glass, making it look like a piece of art.
"I've already drunk from this," Brooklyn said.
It was an indirect kiss.
Sebastian didn't react, the glass still at his lips, seemingly about to take another sip.
"I've used this glass; my lips have touched it; it's unhygienic." She wanted to tease Sebastian, thinking he might have mysophobia, and waited for his reaction.
"Okay." Sebastian didn't even look away from his book; he just replied with one word, not paying much attention.
Brooklyn felt frustrated!
He actually accepted her claim of uncleanliness?
How could he brush it off so easily? That was so disrespectful!
"Well, it's not that bad. Just a touch of the lips, not like I swallowed the glass." Brooklyn said.
She thought, 'Damn, why was I explaining this nonsense?'
"My lips have no lipstick on; they won't dirty the glass," she added. God! Her mind was really playing tricks on her.
Finally, Sebastian looked away from the book, staring at her meaningfully. He took another sip of water from the glass, still in the same spot as before, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "So what?"
Brooklyn mused, 'So what?'
'I've explained everything; what else?'
'Wait, I've been emphasizing how clean her lips are. It almost sounds like I'masking for a kiss.'
"So, take your time. There's more." She blurted out and continued to focus on the files.
As she read, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Who would visit at this hour?
Sebastian and Brooklyn briefly locked eyes.
Brooklyn wondered what day it was today. Was it for a water bill, electricity bill, property management fee, or rent?
After running through her thoughts, she said, "I'll go open the door."
Brooklyn opened the door and saw a middle-aged woman she didn't recognize.
"Oh, there you are at home. My house was burglarized last night, and I don't think the security guards did their job. I know you're a girl living alone, so I came to remind you to be careful at night! Many villains are targeting single girls like you!" This middle-aged woman explained herself, who was a neighbor in one of the four households on the same floor.
As the neighbor continued chattering, a low, mellow voice from the living room gradually interrupted, "What's going on?"
As soon as Sebastian spoke, the noise outside quieted down!
The neighbor looked shocked as she stared at the elegantly dressed Sebastian in the room, her mouth gaping wide in disbelief!
"So, you're not alone here?" Her tone seemed to imply, "Why is there suddenly a man here?"
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