Chapter 668 The Antidote
Sebastian was behind the wheel, driving.
Seraphina was slouched in the passenger seat, lost in thought.
Her mind kept replaying the moment Dashiell left—the cold way he walked out, the anger radiating off him.
"Sebastian," Seraphina suddenly said.
Sebastian glanced over, concerned. "What's up, Seraphina? You feeling sick? Need me to pull over?"
"No," she replied.
Even though she was a bit tipsy, Seraphina wasn't completely out of it.
She hadn't been drinking non-stop; she took breaks, letting the buzz fade.
"So, what's wrong?" Sebastian asked.
"I feel like between us..." Seraphina trailed off, looking at him.
Sebastian's grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"We can never go back to the way things were," she finally admitted.
A shadow crossed Sebastian's face.
"Have you fallen for Dashiell?" he asked.
Seraphina's fingers twisted together.
She didn't want to hurt him, but she had to be honest.
"I thought you already knew," she said.
Her words were blunt.
"I thought if I tried hard enough, you'd come back to me," Sebastian said.
"I tried, but the more time we spent together, the more I wanted to run away..." Seraphina hesitated. "Let's just leave it at this. Whatever you need, I can make it right. My father gave you twenty percent of the shares, and you said Dashiell took them. I'll help you get them back, or I can offer you more—twenty-five percent, thirty percent? Would that work?"
"Is that all I am to you?" Sebastian asked, hurt.
"No, I just don't know how to hurt you the least. I just..."
"Seraphina," Sebastian cut her off.
She bit her lip.
Every time she talked about breaking up, she felt like a monster.
"Didn't we agree on a month?" Sebastian reminded her.
Seraphina was surprised.
"When I proposed, you promised me an answer in a month," he said.
She pressed her lips together.
"Can you give me another month? If you still want to leave after that, I'll accept it," Sebastian pleaded.
Seraphina saw the sadness in his eyes. It was just a month, and she didn't want to hurt him more than necessary. She agreed.
"Okay," she nodded.
Sebastian gave a pained smile, full of gratitude, and Seraphina couldn't bear to look at him. She turned to the window, feeling like a heartless woman.
Under the same night sky, Dashiell sat in his car, his expression icy.
The driver sensed something was off with Dashiell tonight. He seemed furious.
Was it really okay to leave Seraphina at the club?
The driver wanted to ask but Dashiell's terrifying expression kept him silent.
They arrived at their destination.
Dashiell got out of the car.
The driver felt uneasy. Had Dashiell drunk too much?
He had been drunk before, but never like this.Dashiell, fighting his urges, made it home.
He collapsed onto the couch.
The drug's effects finally hit him.
Dashiell clenched his teeth and grabbed his phone to call Cassius.
Cassius answered, sounding half-asleep, "Dashiell, can't sleep?"
"Can you neutralize an aphrodisiac?" Dashiell tried to keep his cool.
Cassius was confused, "What?"
"I'm under the influence of an aphrodisiac. Get me an antidote. I'll be waiting at home," Dashiell said.
Then he hung up.
In Dashiell's mind, there had to be an antidote somewhere.
Cassius had been around the nightlife scene for years; he must have some tricks up his sleeve.
But now, Dashiell's physical reactions were getting worse. He couldn't think straight enough to talk to Cassius anymore.
In Astralton City, Cassius stared at his phone, puzzled.
How do you neutralize an aphrodisiac?
The person who made the drug never intended for it to be neutralized with another drug; the only antidote was a woman!
Right.
Cassius quickly realized he just needed to send a woman to Dashiell—simple enough.
He scrolled through his contacts, looking at the women he knew.
None seemed right.
Mainly because Dashiell was a germaphobe.
Cassius worried that an ordinary woman wouldn't be acceptable to Dashiell, and he might end up dead the next day.
Thinking of the potential consequences, Cassius shivered, and then one name popped into his head: Seraphina.
Even though Cassius didn't want Dashiell and Seraphina to get tangled up again.
He had to admit Dashiell still had feelings for her.
If Dashiell didn't love Seraphina, he wouldn't have invested all his savings into Everhart Bank.
Not only did he give $10 billion to Everhart Bank, but the conditions offered by Stellar Ventures Group were also subsidized by Dashiell's own savings. Doing so much secretly, Dashiell lying to himself about not liking Seraphina was just a joke.
After figuring it out, Cassius called Seraphina.
Seraphina had just gotten home.
After parting with Sebastian, she felt down.
She was soaking in the bathtub.
She didn't know if it was because of Sebastian or Dashiell, but her mood was at rock bottom.
Seraphina was surprised when she got Cassius's call. "Are you sleepwalking?" she said, bluntly.
"You're the one sleepwalking!" Cassius shot back.
"Then you're crazy, calling me in the middle of the night!" Couldn't he tell she was in a bad mood?
Cassius said, "If it weren't for Dashiell, I wouldn't be calling you."
"What do you want? If it's nothing, I'm hanging up!" Seraphina snapped.
When they weren't drunk, Seraphina and Cassius never got along.
Cassius said, "Dashiell had an accident."
"What?" Seraphina stood up in the bathtub. "Was it a car accident?" she asked.
"Who are you cursing!" Cassius covered his ears.
Seraphina's voice almost deafened him.
"Isn't that what you meant?" she said.
Cassius said, "If it were that, would I be this calm? And what could you do if Dashiell had a car accident!"
Hearing this, Seraphina sank back into the bathtub.
"No car accident, but he's having a physical problem. Go check on him at his house." Cassius got to the point.
"What kind of physical problem?" Seraphina asked.
"You'll find out when you get there!" Cassius snapped, his patience running thin.
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