Chapter 361 Scaring People to Death in the Middle of the Night
Sebastian furrowed his brows and strolled into the hall, not paying attention to anything around him. He made a left turn and headed straight for the bar at the liquor cabinet.
Scarlett, feeling irritated, tossed her phone aside, opened the door, and noticed the hall was eerily quiet. Moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows with the curtains drawn.
Using the moonlight as her guide, Scarlett descended the stairs. She needed a drink or two; otherwise, she feared she wouldn't be able to sleep.
To her surprise, when she turned around, she saw Sebastian sitting quietly at the bar in a white robe, his back facing her. The blurry white figure almost gave her a heart attack. Scarlett's heart nearly stopped from fright.
She angrily scolded, "Sitting here in the dark at night, are you trying to scare me to death?"
Sebastian held a half glass of Hennessy, didn't turn around, and quietly sniffed the aroma of the wine. "Aren't you still alive?"
Forget it, Scarlett thought she wouldn't hear anything pleasant from his mouth anyway.
She was about to turn on the bar light, but Sebastian stopped her, "Don't turn on the light. Either drink like this or take it back to your room."
Drinking in such a dark environment? Fine, she wasn't in the mood to argue now. She was already very annoyed.
Pouring herself half a glass of whiskey, she sat on a high stool next to Sebastian.
"With your heart condition, you're still drinking? I think you don't want to live." She took a sip, savoring the rich, mellow taste. "This aged wine is good, like a rich man's taste."
Sebastian sneered, "After arguing with your fiancé, you still have the mood to enjoy wine."
Scarlett didn't expect him to retort like that. "I'm drinking because of the argument. What about you? Why are you drinking late at night?"
Sebastian just swirled his glass but didn't drink. "I want to argue with someone but can't."
He missed Brooklyn especially in the quiet of the night.
Scarlett shrugged, ignoring his words, and took another sip. "Maybe it has something to do with the camellias on the third floor? The camellias in your yard are the best. I guess you pruned them yourself."
She was indeed a smart woman.
Sebastian didn't answer but asked her, "Ms. Taylor, you must have never loved anyone."
Scarlett laughed. The person she had been at odds with during the day was now asking about her feelings. Did Sebastian have amnesia?
"Why must one love? I don't understand, and I don't want to."
With his reminder, Scarlett frustratingly realized that he might be right. She really had never loved anyone.
Sebastian sneered, colder than the moonlight. "So, you wouldn't understand me."
Feelings were really troublesome! Love and romance were the most annoying. Scarlett wrinkled her nose, dismissing the melancholy in his tone. "You and the lady in the dress that day are already to discuss marriage, right? Coincidentally, I'm getting married too. For our upcoming marriages, cheers."
Scarlett turned to face Sebastian, their eyes meeting. The moonlight illuminated their pupils, and in the dark, the moonlight was like milky white starlight, reflecting off the crystal wine glasses.
Scarlett laughed wantonly, her eyes sparkling like stars, hazy from the alcohol. She brought her glass over, but he didn't clink. Instead, he put his glass down and left the bar without a word.
Sebastian walked away, while Scarlett finished her drink, watching his back. She dropped the sarcasm and jokes, speaking as a doctor, "Your heart hurts not because of a physical reaction but a psychological issue. To cure it, you need to find the root cause."
Sebastian paused for a moment. "You talk too much."
"Whether you admit it or not, I'm telling the truth," Scarlett replied.
Sebastian decided to ignore her.
Scarlett pouted. With his unpredictable temper, cold and arrogant personality, and ruthless demeanor, he deserved to die of his illness.
But what happened the next morning plunged Scarlett into deeper confusion.
She stared at the invitation card he handed over, reading the words on it over and over again. "What does this mean?"
Sebastian was eating breakfast with a newspaper in one hand when he said calmly, "Obviously, it's an invitation."
Scarlett laughed. "I know it's an invitation, but why me? I don't know this person, and I don't like attending any parties."
Sebastian turned the newspaper. "You don't need to like it, but as my personal doctor, you have an obligation to be by my side in case of need."
"This is beyond my duty. I refuse." Scarlett threw the invitation card on the table, firmly rejecting it.
Sebastian remained calm. "You can refuse, as long as you're willing to pay the price."
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