Chapter 395 Waking from a Nightmare, He Sits by the Bed
Sebastian must have won the lottery, he's in such a good mood.
Otherwise, why would he actually take out paper and a pen, sit on the couch, and start teaching Scarlett how to write?
The scene in the living room now felt somewhat surreal.
Sebastian sat to Scarlett's left, with a blank sheet of paper in front of him. He held a pen in his right hand, the rolled-up sleeve of his white shirt, revealing his forearm. His left hand was slightly bent, pressing down on the lower left corner of the paper. His back was straight, and his long legs formed a V shape, each bending at a ninety-degree angle.
His hand gripping the pen had distinct knuckles. Up close, she could see the flawless, even skin on the back of his hand. Each fingernail was neatly trimmed and smooth, their lustrous shine resembling that of diamonds.
He wrote slowly on the paper. Since he was teaching her how to write, he changed his usual fluid writing style, writing slowly, like printed text.
Scarlett looked on in awe, her gaze shifting from his hands to his face. The main chandelier in the living room shone brightly, as if all the light was focused on him. A strand of hair fell down, partially obscuring one side of his face, casting a soft shadow over his eyes. His thick eyelashes cast small, delicate shadows beneath his eyelids, making him strikingly handsome.
All of Scarlett's girlish fantasies in this lifetime were spent on Sebastian.
Feeling Scarlett's intense gaze beside him, Sebastian remained calm, though he was well aware of it.
He wrote a few lines and then put down the pen. "Alright."
Scarlett snapped back to reality, hastily covering up her girlish fantasies, and looked down at the words he wrote.
She read in a low voice, "I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven... What a beautiful poem! Did you write it yourself? That's impressive!"
"It's not my poem, but I wrote the words. You're not learning to write poetry, just focus on making your handwriting look good."
But...
Scarlett examined the four lines of text, "I'm a beginner. Aren't these characters too complicated? Can't you write something simpler?"
Sebastian rubbed his brow, a bit exasperated, "You're a beginner, but you're not a three-year-old. If I made you write those kinds of words, wouldn't that be insulting you? If you want to be insulted, I don't mind."
He started to prepare a new sheet of paper.
"Never mind! This is fine! If I can master the complicated ones, the simple ones will be easy."
Sebastian finally heard a statement with the attitude and tone appropriate for an adult. He lazily rested his left hand on his knee, tapping the paper and pen. "Alright, let's get started."
Scarlett's hands, having suffered severe fractures and been immobilized for a long time, had lost much of the muscle memory. She had the shapes in her mind but couldn't write them out.
So her attempts at copying were disastrous.
Sebastian was exasperated by Scarlett's progress, "These characters are enough for you to practice for half a month. To finish the whole poem, it will take at least two months."
Scarlett struggled with her writing, "This isn't the whole poem? What's next?"
"Practice these first, then we'll talk about the rest."
Scarlett continued to write with difficulty. When would she ever write as well as he did?
"Sebastian, I'm really curious, what kind of person are you? No, I should ask, are you even human? How can you do everything?" She asked.
Scarlett's fingers were stained with ink, the black spot on her slender fingers looking playful and cute.
Sebastian, finding it painful to watch her write, opened a book he had set aside, "What kind of person do I think I am? Well, I'm the kind of person who can do many things you can't."
He was so narcissistic!
She continued practicing her writing while he continued reading. After a while, Sebastian's face turned a bit pale, "What book are you reading? Are you sure you got it from my bookshelf?"
Scarlett nodded confidently, "Yes, it was on your bookshelf. I'm also puzzled why you have such a funny romance novel on your shelf."
Sebastian opened the cover, its literary and fresh style were unfamiliar to him. Could it be that he accidentally brought a servant's book when he moved?
"Everett Quill? Whose name is this?" He asked.
Scarlett shrugged, "The author's name. But it's quite interesting; the male lead treats the female lead very well, showering her with love."
Sebastian put down the book and looked at her. Just now, a clear light flashed in her eyes. Was it envy or longing? Did the characters in the book move her so much? "You seem to like it?"
Scarlett continued writing seriously, "Can't I?"
She really liked this stuff?
Sebastian was curious.
He picked it up again, frowning as he flips through it, then put it down. Sebastian straightened up and said righteously, "Don't be naive. A real CEO would never have the time to take a woman on trips. Also, as an executive of a corporation, they would prioritize the company's interests and wouldn't recklessly abandon them for a woman."
Scarlett pouted. Really? Kelly once said that he spent billions of dollars to recover Brooklyn's body and almost died with her.
"If you truly love someone, you'd be willing to give not just your time, but even your life. Don't tell me you weren't like that with your wife."
Her words left Sebastian speechless, his thin lips parted but no words came out.
She had hit the mark.
"Life isn't a novel, don't be naive." With that, Sebastian stretched his long legs and walked away.
Who knew, maybe their life was more exciting than a novel.
The night was deep, and Scarlett fell into a heavy sleep.
In the darkness, the endless black holes of her senses once again invaded her dreams!
At the bottomless pit, her skin tore open large wounds on the thorns, blood streaming from her body. She reached out to grab something but caught nothing!
She could only keep falling!
Below her were rolling black waves, like a monster opening its bloody mouth, with fangs like ice shards!
Her weightless body fell straight into the monster's bloody mouth!
Scarlett suddenly woke up, sitting up in bed with a start, drenched in sweat. The sweat soaked half her face, her silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The endless nightmare once again invaded her mind!
In the dream, she was frantic, desperate, helpless and terrified!
The nightmare had drained her, leaving her feeling like she had lost half her life.
The bedroom door was suddenly slammed open!
Sebastian, barefoot on the floor, found the switch on the wall. In the light, he saw Scarlett drenched in sweat, her face pale, curled up on the bed. Her slender figure was huddled into a ball, hugging her knees, looking at him with hopeless eyes.
Tears glistened in her eyes, filled with bottomless panic.
Sebastian's throat felt dry. He took a few steps forward and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Scarlett was trembling, her back against the headboard, her white pajamas almost soaked through. Her feet, exposed from under the blanket, clung to the bedsheet. She shook her head weakly, her voice broken, "Nightmare."
Sebastian walked over, sat down by the bed, hesitated for a moment, then held her, "It's okay, it's over now."
Maybe it was his timely arrival, or maybe it was the warmth she desperately needed. As soon as she leaned against Sebastian's shoulder, Scarlett's tears, which she had been holding back, flowed freely, soaking his pajamas. Her small hands clung to his chest, and she cried in his arms.
Sebastian's frown deepened, his large hand gently patting her back. His low, warm voice carried a rare tenderness, "Don't be afraid, it's okay now. It was just a dream, don't be scared."
Scarlett buried her face in his chest, her brain finally finding an outlet to release the pressure and anxiety. As her crying intensified, her shoulders trembled more violently.
In his arms, Scarlett showed her most vulnerable side.
Listening to her sobs, Sebastian felt a mix of emotions.
Was it pity? Sympathy? Was it compassion? Heartache? Was it support? Or love?
He couldn't tell. His mind was a tangled mess. All he could do was wrap his arms around her, embracing her vulnerability.
"It's okay, I'm here. Don't be afraid." His warm, soothing voice dispelled the shadows and darkness in the room, lighting up the damp corners of her heart.
After crying for a while, Scarlett pulled away from his embrace, wiping the tears from her face, and looked down awkwardly, "Sorry, I got your pajamas dirty."
Sebastian ignored the pajamas and handed her a few tissues, "What kind of dream was it that scared you so much?"
She closed her eyes, "In the dream, I fell off a cliff and into the sea. This dream has repeated many times."
Sebastian touched her forehead and found she didn't have a fever. "It's probably because you're subconsciously afraid of cliffs. Sometimes, the more you fear something, the more it appears in your dreams. Maybe if you overcome this fear, it won't happen anymore."
"Maybe." Scarlett frowned in pain, her small face scrunched up like crumpled paper.
Sebastian's fingers trembled as he brushed the hair from her forehead behind her ear. Her voice was so deceptive, always making him think that Scarlett, crying her heart out, was Brooklyn.
Her face, where he touched, felt cool. His fingers left a warm, soothing trail.
"Feeling better? Do you want to go back to sleep?" He glanced at the digital clock by the bed, it was 1:35 AM.
Scarlett nodded. Usually, after having nightmare, she couldn't fall back asleep for the rest of the night. The fear and anxiety would last until dawn.
"Don't worry. I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep." Sebastian adjusted his position, sitting at an angle on the edge of the bed, his upper body turned to watch her.
Scarlett's lips moved, "Isn't this a bit much?"
Sebastian's strong arm supported the bed, his deep eyes filled with an indescribable meaning, and he chuckled softly, "Did you forget what I said? We're the perfect partners. I'm waiting for you to cooperate with me."
How dare he say such a thing at this time.
Scarlett rolled her eyes at him.
"Alright, lie down. I'm not always this patient." He turned off the lights in the room, his figure hidden in the darkness, only the moonlight casting his silhouette on the wall.
Scarlett closed her eyes, feeling much more at ease knowing Sebastian was there. Listening to his breathing and heartbeat, she soon fell asleep.
Sebastian touched her forehead, confirming she had no fever. Once she was asleep, he looked at her face in the moonlight and chuckled to himself.
What was he doing?
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