Chapter 186 Do You Love Me?
Sebastian's words, so ambiguous and suggestive, made Brooklyn's heart race, her cheeks flushing with a soft, alluring blush.
Watching her shy demeanor, Sebastian felt quite pleased.
Teasing and flirting with her was more fun than he had imagined.
How had he missed this about her in the past three years?
Still, Brooklyn always had a knack for driving people crazy. With a sly smile, she retorted, "Sebastian, save those flirting techniques for the young girls. Let go, and I need to dry my hair."
Sebastian's large hand, still propped against the wall, kept her in his embrace. "What are you afraid of? This isn't our first time."
Brooklyn raised her head, water droplets falling onto her clothes. "So, no more tricks. If you want to get laid, make it quick. That's more your style, Sebastian."
What a fool! Brooklyn's words shattered the earlier mood, infuriating Sebastian!
The desire Sebastian had felt vanished due to her intentional provocation. "You are something else!"
Brooklyn smirked mischievously, the blush on her charming face fading. "Thanks for the compliment, Sebastian. Now, move."
Sebastian's arm stubbornly remained above her head. "What if I don't?"
How childish!
Without hesitation, Brooklyn lowered her slender figure and slipped out from under his arm.
With her successfully out of his grasp, leaving him empty-handed, Sebastian's brow furrowed in annoyance, but soon, a deeper smile crept onto his lips.
'Brooklyn, you are indeed interesting,' Sebastian thought.
Whether it was a facade or deliberate, he could see that this was her true self, shedding the sharpness and arrogance. In the end, she was just a woman, after all.
Brandon's methods were quite effective.
While blow-drying her hair, Brooklyn clenched her teeth. She hadn't expected her period to arrive at this moment. If she had relaxed a bit earlier, she might have been taken down by him, which would have been disastrous.
But how would she sleep tonight?
Taking advantage of Sebastian's shower time, Brooklyn ran into the bedroom and locked the door.
Clapping her hands together, she exclaimed, "Done!"
It wouldn't hurt for Sebastian to sleep on the couch this once. She was in a delicate situation, prone to menstrual cramps, and catching a cold would make it even worse.
When Sebastian emerged and found the bedroom door locked, with an extra pillow and blanket on the couch, his handsome brows furrowed. This woman actually made him sleep on the couch, did she?
How dare she provoke him like this?
However, when Brooklyn woke up and stretched, her arm was suddenly blocked from extending further, which was Sebastian's warm chest!
She was stunned!
How did he get in?
Sebastian was already awake, his expression blank and lazy as he said, "Next time, remember to lock the door and don't leave the key in the hallway cabinet."
Brooklyn fell silent.
Where was the smart Dr. Mitchell?
Fortunately, her clothes were intact; he had only slept here last night and done nothing to her.
Brooklyn got up, made breakfast, and used up all the groceries she had bought last night.
She brought the food out, and Sebastian emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel. The scene of him seducing her in the morning was a bit too much for her to handle.
Sebastian walked over to the table, seeing right through her thoughts. "I only wear the same clothes for a day."
So, Sebastian was shamelessly trying to seduce her, wasn't he?
It wasn't that simple.
"The outfit you left here last time, I've washed it for you. Go change."
Brooklyn's lips curled up in satisfaction!
She held the neatly folded set of clothes in her hands and walked out with them—trousers and a shirt.
Sebastian calmly watched her, his eyes sharp. "Is that all? What about underwear?"
He was waiting for her to blush, but she didn't. "Sebastian, don't worry. They're all there. Your underwear is more expensive than a watch; how could I bear to lose them?"
Was she planning to sell his underwear for money?
With a swift movement of her slender fingers, she pulled out a pair of black boxers from underneath and dangled them in her hand.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly. "The fabric of these clothes is special and can't be machine-washed. Once washed, they are ruined."
What a pain in the ass!
"Don't worry. I hand-washed them," Brooklyn said.
Brooklyn wasn't in the same mood as now when she did the laundry. It was her first time washing Sebastian's clothes. Instead of sending them to the dry cleaners, she had painstakingly hand-washed them carefully and earnestly, even thinking of keeping them as a souvenir since they would be divorced soon.
"All of them?" Sebastian asked.
Did she hand-wash all the clothes, including the boxers she was holding?
"Of course, all hand-washed." Brooklyn was confident.
Sebastian's eyes held a hint of mischief and satisfaction. "Very well."
The clothes she had touched, he would wear them well, especially the ones close to his body.
After changing, Sebastian came out, his tall and imposing figure dazzling Brooklyn's eyes. Sebastian casually rolled up the cuffs of his crisp white shirt, revealing his strong, well-proportioned forearms and elegant hands.
The early morning sun carved out three-dimensional contours on his profile, creating a picturesque scene.
She was captivated by what she saw.
Allowing her to gaze, Sebastian slowly sat down, his movements natural and practiced. "The dirty clothes are in the bathroom. Remember, all my clothes must be hand-washed."
Brooklyn bit her fork.
After a simple and comfortable breakfast, Brooklyn ate slowly. Like the dying always had a last burst of energy, she vaguely felt that the life she was living with Sebastian now was just a final revelry.
Divorce was an unchangeable fact. The more memories Sebastian gave her now, the more painful it would be to recall them in the future.
After breakfast, she was about to leave for work when Sebastian pulled her into the car. "I'll take you."
"Sebastian, you have so much to do. I can go by myself," Brooklyn said.
"Don't overthink it. I'll use the gas money as rent," Sebastian replied.
She thought he would stop there, but he casually added, "I'll pick you up after work. In exchange for dinner and breakfast. So, besides taking care of your patients today, you'd better figure out what to cook."
Brooklyn fell silent. "Sebastian, if you do this, I might mistakenly think you love me."
Sebastian's fingers rested on the steering wheel. "Mistakenly?"
She was taken aback. "Could it be true?"
Brooklyn anxiously awaited his answer.
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