Chapter 228 Let's Live Our Future Together Happily.
Brooklyn never thought Sebastian could be so tough while acting shamelessly.
Back at the villa, before she could even leave the car, he grabbed her with his good hand, giving her no chance to resist.
"You're my wife. From now on, remember that. Don't hold back or worry about what others think when you're with me."
He held her hand and led her confidently into the villa.
The message was clear; she didn't need to worry about Megan, who was still there.
When Megan saw them enter so intimately, her comb fell to the floor. She quickly got up and went downstairs, seeing them holding hands.
"Sebastian, you're back. You haven't eaten yet, right? Susan, go prepare the meal."
Sebastian smiled slightly, his hatred for Megan having peaked. Ignoring her, he turned to Brooklyn and said softly, "Let's go to your room."
Brooklyn glanced at Megan indifferently, "Okay."
Bandaging a wound was private; not for the living room. She didn't want to go to the second-floor bedroom, and clearly, neither did Sebastian.
In front of Megan, Sebastian took Brooklyn's hand and walked briskly to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. As the door closed, Megan felt humiliated and thought, 'I can't lose! I absolutely can't lose!'
Inside, Brooklyn turned to get the first aid kit, but he grabbed her hand, spinning her around and holding her close.
Like lovers reunited after years, he gazed at her softly. "Let me hold you for a while."
Brooklyn stiffened, then nodded, "But I need to treat your wound soon."
He nodded affectionately, "Okay."
"Brooklyn, never leave me again, okay?"
She stayed silent. 'I'm sorry, I can't promise that.'
He gently rested his chin on her head, deepening the embrace. "I'll do everything to make up for the past three years. Please give me a chance."
Again, she remained quiet. 'I'm sorry, if debts could be repaid, a broken mirror would be whole again. But scars can't heal, do you understand?'
He sighed a bit self-deprecatingly, "Brooklyn, for the first time, I'm wondering if my emotional intelligence is flawed. Maybe my vision too, for not noticing you..."
She cut him off. "Sebastian, I'll get the first aid kit. Your wound is bleeding."
She quickly pushed him away to fetch the kit.
He felt empty as she left.
He picked up his phone and called Dario. "Why is Megan still in the villa?"
Dario was surprised, "Boss, last time Ms. Turner had a scare. Do you still want her to leave?"
"How many times must I repeat myself?"
Dario nodded nervously, "Yes, I'll have someone help her move out tomorrow."
After hanging up, Brooklyn returned with the first aid kit. She didn't mention Megan's sarcastic remarks from earlier.
She was skilled at bandaging wounds. In less than five minutes, she had treated Sebastian's arm.
Sebastian had taken off his jacket and shirt, sitting on her bed. His presence alone made her blush.
He smiled casually, bending down to look at her. He teased, "What are you afraid of? That I'll eat you?"
Brooklyn's face flushed. "You're a patient. Patients shouldn't exert themselves."
'What kind of explanation was that? It only made things more awkward!'
He laughed, "It's fine; I can manage with one arm."
As he spoke, Brooklyn was suddenly pulled down. She slipped and fell gracefully onto the bed!
His tall figure loomed over her.
Propping himself up with one hand while half-pressed down on her, looking at her delicate face. "How about it?"
'What do you mean, how about it?'
She pretended not to understand and turned away. "Get up, don't be impulsive, you'll hurt your wound."
He was pleased with her response. "What are you afraid of? You're a doctor. If the wound opens, you can re-bandage it."
His handsome face moved closer, wanting to merge with hers.
Instinct took over, and she finally surrendered completely in his arms.
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