Chapter 254 I Mean It
Alone in her car on the elevated bridge, Brooklyn pulled over to the side. Stepping out, she leaned against the railing, gazing at the distant city where the lights were just starting to come alive, and the traffic flowed like a river.
The dazzling night lights dressed the city in a cloak of opulence and grandeur.
She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Her heart ached with a pang that felt almost fatal, but then again, if she were truly gone, these events would no longer concern her—a perfect escape from it all.
Her phone buzzed.
It was Sebastian.
As the phone screen flashed and then went dark, she chose not to answer.
How could she enjoy this last fleeting moment of joy, knowing it was all coming to an end?
But a news alert on her screen caught her attention.
[Several magazine and online companies have gone bankrupt in just a few hours, all linked to the recent Mitchell Group's news.]
Sebastian had just returned, and the media that had once been so bold outside her door had vanished into thin air. It wasn't hard to see the connection.
She knew Sebastian's methods well; he couldn't stand to let a grain of sand disturb his eye.
Clearly, Sebastian was seeking revenge in his own way. Yet, Brooklyn felt that his protection now was too ill-timed.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she knew it was time to end things with Sebastian once and for all.
The night breeze tangled her hair around her neck as she stood by the railing of the elevated road, looking like she was contemplating her end.
She had considered this path before, but then Sebastian's call came through again.
This time, Sebastian was calling persistently. If she didn't answer, he'd flood her phone with calls.
"Hello."
When the line finally connected, Sebastian let out a deep breath of relief from the villa. "I should have known you'd be too busy at the hospital to answer my calls. I wouldn't have pushed you to go."
Such indulgence was almost overwhelming. Brooklyn fought back tears and replied coldly, "Just finished up. What's up?"
Sebastian noticed the unusual tone in her voice. "Are you back? I'm at home waiting for you. Dinner's ready."
He was waiting at home, and dinner was ready.
Brooklyn cried again. "I'll be home soon."
Fearing he might detect the tremor in her voice, she quickly ended the call, denying him the chance to question her further.
Taking a deep breath, Brooklyn got back into the car.
She thought, 'Tonight, whether he agrees or refuses, I will end this marriage once and for all. I don't want Sebastian to know about my illness or risk his life protecting ME in the future.'
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she sped back to the villa.
"You're finally back. Must be tired," Sebastian said as he strode towards her car. As soon as she stepped out, he gently took her hand, holding it tenderly in his own.
Brooklyn tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go.
Standing in the villa's garden, Brooklyn looked up at him. "Sebastian, why are you doing this? We don't need these clumsy displays anymore."
Sebastian frowned deeply, but then a smile crept onto his face at Brooklyn's stubbornness. "Are you blaming me? Brooklyn, if you want Mitchell Group back, I'll buy it back for you, no problem."
Brooklyn turned her head away, her voice cold. "There's no need. At this point, the Mitchell family's reputation is already ruined, and so is mine. What good is there in trying to fix it now?"
Having spoken those words, Brooklyn successfully wrenched her hand away from him and stumbled into the living room. She stood beneath the dazzling crystal chandelier, clenching her fists tightly, reminding herself not to retreat, not to soften, and not to give in.
Sebastian, puzzled, watched as she shook off his hand. It was clear she was genuinely angry, and now she was ready to confront him. He would endure it, recognizing that he had failed to be there for her when she needed him.
"Are you hungry?" he asked gently. "The kitchen has prepared your favorite dinner. Let me eat with you."
His voice, soft and reassuring, sounded like that of a devoted husband.
"Sebastian, we need to…"
"Let's keep it light tonight. This chicken has been simmering for five hours—I thought you'd like it."
He cut her off, sensing that Brooklyn's demeanor was wavering, as if she was reconsidering their marriage.
Brooklyn's heart was heavy with the bitter flood of emotions. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, betrayed her pain. "Sebastian, I've thought about it, and today…"
Before she could finish, he spooned some of the food towards her lips, his handsome face inches from hers. "If you don't eat it soon, it'll get cold. Let me feed you."
His voice was like soothing chicken broth, sliding into her stomach and warming her chilled heart.
Brooklyn turned her head away. "We should…"
Seeing that feeding her wasn't working, Sebastian closed the distance and sealed her lips with his own, denying her any chance to resist.
Each time she tried to speak, he kissed her harder, shutting her down until she could no longer utter a word.
His passionate, forceful kiss tangled with hers, leaving her breathless and disoriented.
After a long moment, he pulled back and said with a commanding edge, "Don't mention that word again. If you do, I'll punish you every time. I mean it."
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