Chapter 58 Mr. Kingsley Arrives Early
"No!"
The exclamation was sharp, as though someone had pinched her right beneath her nose. Brooklyn was jolted back to reality, her prior arrogance and indifference evaporating in an instant. She, too, had her weaknesses.
If Sebastian truly decided to act against the Mitchell family, she was powerless to prevent it.
Sebastian watched Brooklyn's panicked reaction with satisfaction. He glanced at her downcast face and said, "Remember, my patience has its limits. I won't be there to remind you every time."
Brooklyn couldn't recall how Sebastian had left; she only remembered finding herself standing at the stairwell later, her legs numb and immobile.
Her eyes were dry, filled with a murky sensation, yet not a single tear fell from Brooklyn's eyes.
Sebastian departed from Bayside Villas, leaving Dario sitting silently in the car, too afraid to utter a word.
As Dario steered the car onto the highway, he was unsure of their destination. He timidly asked, "Mr. Kingsley, where are we heading tonight?"
Sebastian shot him a cold glance. He was about to mention an address but then said, "Go back!"
Dario was even more confused. "Mr. Kingsley... where are we going back to?"
This time, Sebastian responded with only a cold, stern look, and Dario immediately understood his meaning.
Seeing Sebastian's irate expression, Dario speculated that he had quarreled with Brooklyn. But upon reflection, Dario realized that the only person who could incite Sebastian's anger was Brooklyn. Others who had angered Sebastian usually vanished from this world.
However, when Dario drove the car back to Bayside Villas, Sebastian glared at him again, saying, "Who told you to bring the car back?"
Dario's heart sank. With a placating smile, he said, "Mr. Kingsley... didn't you ask me to come back? Aren't we returning here?"
"Do you want to be fired?"
Dario swallowed nervously and said, "Then... Mr. Kingsley, where would you like to go?"
It was already past ten o'clock, and aimlessly driving around the city wasn't an option. Dario had witnessed the day's events with Megan and knew that Sebastian would definitely not go looking for her. He also knew that Sebastian didn't want to return to the Kingsley Villa.
The only viable option was Elite Manor, Sebastian's residence. But if he had intended to stay there, he wouldn't have abruptly ordered Dario to drive to Bayside Villas at night.
Sebastian's thoughts were elusive, and Dario felt troubled.
Sebastian, seething with anger, sat in the back seat in silence for a moment before giving Dario any further instructions. Instead, he gazed through the car window at the lit second-floor window.
The curtains of the French windows were drawn, and he couldn't see the figure inside. But in the quiet of midnight, everything seemed to echo with sound. Her shallow breaths. Her scent permeating the air.
Everything seemed within arm's reach, yet in reality, it was as distant as the horizon. Sebastian was seething with a fury that could set the world ablaze. His wealth, power, and social standing were such that he could have any woman he desired. Yet, Brooklyn remained an enigma, a puzzle he could neither decipher nor claim. Her very existence stirred a whirlwind of frustration within him, yet the thought of her departure was equally unbearable.
With a flick of a switch, Brooklyn plunged the bedroom into darkness. She nestled herself under the blanket, surrendering to the sweet embrace of sleep. Sebastian, however, remained awake, propping his head up with a determined expression. "Let's go," he declared into the quiet room.
As dawn broke, a blanket of dark clouds shrouded the sky, their ominous presence punctuated by the growl of distant thunder. The autumn rain was chilling, its relentless drumming against the windows creating a soundtrack befitting a horror film. The grandeur of the mansion was instantly replaced with an eerie atmosphere.
Brooklyn rose from her slumber, dressed, and prepared for her routine visit to the hospital. As she did so, Sebastian's words from the previous night echoed in her mind, causing her to grip the hem of her coat tightly. Sebastian's refusal to grant her a divorce was a clear indication of his intent to torment her continually.
In that moment, Brooklyn resolved to seek a divorce, regardless of the means or the cost. She was adamant that she would not allow anyone to puppeteer her life. As she was lost in her thoughts, the mansion's doorbell chimed, shattering the silence.
Descending the stairs, Brooklyn glanced at the screen and saw a figure standing outside, a sight that left her feeling somewhat helpless. It was Quinn! Sebastian had mentioned that he would arrive in the morning, but it was only seven o'clock!
Quinn stood in the rain, a black umbrella shielding him from the downpour, with his signature red Ferrari parked behind him. "Sebastian, Brooklyn, are you awake? Open the door. It's raining. I'm cold," he called out. Brooklyn's anger flared at his audacity, leaving her questioning his motives.
As she looked at Quinn, she felt an overwhelming urge to silence him with a cloth. However, as she reached out to open the door, she hesitated. If she were to let Quinn in now, he would quickly deduce Sebastian's absence and their separation.
With a sigh, Brooklyn ran her fingers through her hair and picked up her phone to dial Sebastian's number. Roused from his sleep by the ringing, Sebastian answered in a voice that was both hoarse and seductive. "What's up?"
Leaning against the wall, Brooklyn closed her eyes, her free hand clutching the phone. "Quinn is at the villa door," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What should I do?"
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