Chapter 217 I Love You, Sebastian, I Love You!
A deep voice, like a gentle breeze after the rain.
Brooklyn was sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes brimming with tears. "I love you!"
The gauze in Zach's hand slipped away, carried by the wind.
The weight on Sebastian's heart finally lifted. He stood at the edge of the rooftop, teetering between life and death.
However, he smiled. "Still want a divorce?"
Brooklyn's heart was breaking.
'Damn Sebastian, why ask now? Can I really say yes seeing him like this?'
Seeing her silence, he sighed. "Guess we won't need a divorce. If I die, you'll be a widow."
"No!" she shouted, her neck wound bleeding more. Pale and weak, she used her last bit of strength and collapsed.
He smiled slightly. "Say it again. He seems eager to kill me."
Brooklyn opened her eyes, biting her lip. "I love you, I love you! I love you, Sebastian!"
'This fool, risking his life just to hear "I love you"?'
He looked deeply at her. 'She hadn't said those words even when kidnapped. Even getting that today was difficult.'
Sebastian thought it was worth it.
John lost patience, raising the dagger. "Go die!"
Sebastian kicked, sending him off the rooftop.
"No!"
Brooklyn screamed. She seemed blind, deaf, and dumb; unable to see or hear anything.
'No! Sebastian, you can't die!'
He stood up, leaning against the rooftop wall. His arm was cut, blood staining his white shirt.
He walked to Brooklyn, bending down to gently touch her hair. He said nothing, only staring at her.
Sebastian was a bit smug.
To hear her say she loved him and announce her identity to the world—he would have given not just an arm, but his life for that.
Luckily, it was just his arm injured.
The scent of tequila mixed with blood reached her nose.
Brooklyn slowly opened her eyes, seeing Sebastian's face. Under the bright moon, his features were noble and elegant, like a poppy.
"Sebastian."
Ignoring his arm pain, Sebastian held Brooklyn, indifferent to the world and cherishing only her. "I love you too."
He was responding to her earlier declaration. Now that the danger had passed, he offered the most beautiful words in the world to her.
Brooklyn, weak in his arms, said, "Sebastian, you're the worst person I've ever met."
He smiled, pleased. "Then you can't escape, Mrs. Kingsley."
'Escape?'
Her heart was a mix of emotions. 'We survived, but what about the future?'
Perhaps due to his warm embrace and comforting protection, Brooklyn couldn't hold on any longer and fainted in his arms.
"Brooklyn? Brooklyn?" Sebastian called out anxiously, without her response.
Zach stepped forward, checking her eyelids. "She's unconscious. I need to get her down immediately."
He tried to take Brooklyn from Sebastian's arms. "Mr. Kingsley, you're injured. Allow me."
"No need," Sebastian replied coldly.
He picked Brooklyn up. The police and medical staff ahead made way, letting him stride down from the rooftop while carrying her.
In the elevator, no one dared to speak, everyone realizing their presence was unnecessary.
The thrilling scene just now—Sebastian was incredibly brave.
His actions shattered all rumors, confirmed Brooklyn's status, and elevated her to a national figurehead.
Sebastian carried Brooklyn into the hospital room, staying by her side without leaving.
Zach treated her wound, noticing the increasing blood on Sebastian's arm. He warned, "You need to treat your arm injury."
"I'm fine," Sebastian replied.
"Dr. Bishop, treat Mr. Kingsley's wound immediately."
He frowned. "I'm fine!"
"If you want to hold her again, listen to the doctor!" Zach snapped.
His frown deepened. "What about her?"
"She's fine. I'm as worried about her as you are, so rest assured; I'll treat her."
'As worried as I was?'
Sebastian himself didn't know how deep his concern for her ran.
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