Chapter 42 Sebastian's Wrath Unleashed
An abrupt plunge in temperature made Owen shudder. As he lifted his gaze to meet Sebastian's, his heart stuttered in his chest.
Could it be that Mr. Kingsley was contemplating murder?
"Mr. Kingsley, what would you have me do?" Owen inquired. Having served Sebastian for many years, he was quick to grasp the situation. He lowered his gaze, awaiting the command from his master.
"Notify Mr. Lawson that if he cannot discipline his son, I will gladly assist him. Remove him," Sebastian commanded, his gaze boring into Davon, silently cursing him.
"As you wish, Mr. Kingsley," Owen acknowledged with a nod.
"Davon, release me," Brooklyn pleaded, her voice laced with fear as she struggled in vain. Her feeble strength was no match for the robust man, and her resistance only resulted in a tighter grip.
"Sweetheart, cease your futile attempts. It would be in your best interest to acquiesce. In Aucester, there is no man more suitable than I for a woman of your stature to rely upon. To reject me again would be irrational," Davon asserted, reaching out to caress Brooklyn's chin.
Before his hand could make contact, Owen seized his wrist. A sharp pain shot through Davon's wrist as a cold, unfamiliar voice echoed, "Mr. Lawson, Mr. Kingsley wishes to speak with you."
"Who are you? And who is Mr. Kingsley..." Davon's protest was abruptly cut short, his face a mask of confusion.
Mr. Kingsley?
Brooklyn's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up in surprise, catching sight of Sebastian a few feet away. A glimmer of lethal intent flashed in his deep-set eyes, as if he yearned to strangle her.
A shiver of dread slithered down Brooklyn's spine, akin to a serpent trailing along her back. Despite their composed exterior, Sebastian and Owen were...
Once Davon was escorted away, Sebastian leisurely approached Brooklyn, drawing her into his embrace. "Well done, Brooklyn," he murmured.
A sudden hush fell over the surroundings as Sebastian's icy gaze swept over the woman in his arms, sending a tremor through Brooklyn.
"You've misunderstood. Things aren't as you perceive them," Brooklyn stammered, nervously fiddling with the collar of her dress in an attempt to shield her neck. Her attire wasn't provocative, but it was evident that Sebastian was livid.
"Misunderstood? Should I trust what I witnessed or your nonsensical explanations?"
Brooklyn frantically tried to extricate herself from his grasp, but to no avail. The exposed skin on her body was chilled by the wind, yet within his arms, her skin radiated waves of warmth. The conflicting sensations of cold and heat made her heart flutter erratically.
"Mr. Kingsley, don't you understand what happened just now?"
Brooklyn felt as though Sebastian had never viewed her as a respectable woman. She felt no need to justify herself.
"How many men have you seduced behind my back?"
Sebastian's words struck Brooklyn like a blow.
'Seduce? Does he think I seduced Davon?' she wondered.
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