Chapter 297 Lost His Wife
Her chest suddenly felt a sharp pain as Sebastian bit her!
His teeth sank into her skin, piercing through it, seeping into her blood, scraping the dermis and flesh, leaving Sebastian's bite marks on the right side of her chest.
Blood oozed from her body, leaving crimson stains on his lips.
"You're crazy! Sebastian! You're crazy!" Brooklyn shouted, thinking, 'He will get infected this way! He will get infected!'
The craziness fueled Brooklyn's unexpected strength and she shook off Sebastian's arms and ran barefoot to the bathroom, grabbed a basin of water, and splashed it over Sebastian's head!
Sebastian's hair was drenched, and his clothes were soaked through.
She grabbed a cup of water, not caring what was in it, shouting, "Rinse your mouth! Sebastian, rinse your mouth! Spit the blood out! Spit it out!"
Sebastian's mouth was stained with blood, his body soaked, water dripping from his hair, and he guffawed, his mouth splitting open to reveal crimson blood.
Brooklyn smashed the cup and held her head, screaming, tears and snot streaming down her face, reaching out to pry his mouth open, "Spit it out! Spit it out! Hurry up, spit it out! Sebastian! Spit it out!"
Sebastian seemed exhausted, grabbing Brooklyn's shoulders and resting his chin on her shoulder, "The marks on your body belong only to me. You can't erase them. You'll belong to me forever."
Brooklyn couldn't hear what he was saying. She broke free from his embrace, crying uncontrollably and tearing at his mouth, "I told you to spit my blood out!"
'Alcohol! Disinfect!' Brooklyn thought before she, like a lunatic, opened the fridge, finding the last bottle of cocktail, already ice-cold. She bit off the cap and poured it into Sebastian's mouth in a frenzy!
Sebastian didn't have time to breathe, the alcohol sprayed out, and the blood in his mouth was also expelled with the alcohol.
Brooklyn continued to pry his mouth open and pour in the alcohol, "Spit it out! Spit it out!"
Brooklyn had completely lost her mind, which was Sebastian's immediate impression.
He snatched the bottle from her hand and smashed it on the ground, the glass shattering into countless pieces. Sebastian straightened her shoulders, looking at her disheveled state, and asked, "Is this fun? Is this fun, Brooklyn?"
Brooklyn collapsed onto the sofa, her body convulsing as she thought, ' If Sebastian gets infected with HIV, we can really die together. Fate loves to play tricks on us.'
Brooklyn fell back into the chair, laughing, "Sebastian."
Sebastian was baffled by her calling his name, thinking she was driven mad by the pain of his bite. Nevertheless, she was laughing and saying, "Sebastian, I never believed in fate before, but suddenly I kind of do."
"Brooklyn, what's wrong with you?" Sebastian asked with concern.
Brooklyn got up from the floor, found the repaired phone, and took out a rarely used SIM card, saying, "Mr. Klein, Sebastian is with me, come over."
"Brooklyn, this is my house, and you're asking me to leave?"
She had been so frantic just now that she forgot everything. "Oh, right, then I'll leave. I'm the one who should go."
Brooklyn said as she went to grab her suitcase, but Sebastian's large hand grabbed her arm, his eyes fixed on the bite marks on her body as he asked in regret and anger, "Do you really not want to see me?"
"Yes, I don't want to see you again. So let me go."
Sebastian's hand didn't let go for a moment as he said, "Brooklyn, whether you love me or not, my love for you won't change. I'll make you fall in love with me again. Give me some time."
Looking up, she stared at the ceiling. The light was so bright, her eyes hurt, so much.
"No need, Sebastian, youth is too short, I don't have that much time to waste on you."
In Sebastian's moment of shock, she pried his hand open, abandoned the suitcase, and scurried out the door alone.
Closing the door, she leaned against it outside, tears pouring down like a waterfall!
"Brooklyn! Brooklyn!" Sebastian came to his senses, pushed open the door to look for her, but Brooklyn was nowhere to be seen outside. The hallway was empty, doors and windows closed, and Brooklyn was gone.
The elevator was descending as Sebastian turned and ran to the stairwell, his voice growing fainter, finally disappearing in the stairwell.
Brooklyn curled up in the electrical box by the door, crying uncontrollably with her hand over her mouth.
Late at night, Brooklyn wrapped her torn clothes tightly around her as she walked down the main road. In the night, there were few people and even fewer cars. It was already past eleven at night, and she realized she had nowhere to go.
She had no money on her, not even enough for the cheapest motel.
Walking aimlessly on the deserted tree-lined path, Brooklyn squatted on the ground, crying uncontrollably.
Sebastian couldn't find Brooklyn, standing in the middle of the road, not caring about the passing cars, just walking in the center of the road as if no one else was there.
He murmured her name, repeatedly asking himself how he could fix everything.
At this moment, the President of MBK Group was really worthless.
"Boss! I finally found you! The hospital is in an uproar, and I'm so happy you're okay."
Dario saw Sebastian and finally felt relieved. He had gone to Brooklyn's house, but no one was there, and the living room was a mess, reeking of alcohol and blood. Clearly, the two had a major conflict.
Sebastian's face was expressionless, "I lost her." He murmured weakly.
Dario was stunned by his words, "Mr. Kingsley, you..."
Sebastian hadn't been drinking, but he seemed drunk, his head filled with countless clanging voices. He grabbed Dario's tie and yanked it hard, shouting, "I lost my beloved wife, do you know that?"
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