Chapter 231 Didn't Feel Your Sincerity
Victor whipped his head around to stare at Grace, his jaw clenched. "Grace, what the hell does Seb mean by that?"
Grace just shook her head, tears streaming down her face, refusing to say a word.
In that moment, everything clicked for Victor. Even though Grace was with him, she was still holding out for a shot with Seb.
Man, he felt like such an idiot. He'd been all in, thinking he could be there for Grace till the end.
Victor let out a bitter laugh, his face hardening. "If you're still into Seb, then we're done."
He'd been crushing on Grace for years, but her eyes were always on Seb, never on him.
No matter how much he liked her, after a while, the one-sided thing just got old.
Grace was stunned, panic flashing in her eyes. She reached out to grab Victor, but he dodged her.
Victor didn't look back at Grace and just walked away.
"Victor!"
Grace's face went pale, and she hobbled after him.
She blocked him at the villa's entrance, her eyes full of regret and guilt. "Victor, I was just confused. When you said we should break up, I realized I already loved you. I just didn't see it. Let's not break up, okay?"
Seeing the tears in Grace's eyes, Victor felt a tug-of-war inside.
After all, Grace was the woman he'd loved for so many years. Even though he said he wanted to break up and move on, seeing her so sad made his heart ache.
Victor stayed silent, and Grace got even more desperate. She grabbed his hand, her voice breaking. "Victor, I really messed up. Give me one more chance, the last chance, okay? I promise I'll be with you for real from now on."
Victor was quiet for a moment but then pushed her hand away.
"Grace, I've been let down too many times. If you like Seb, I need to let go."
With that, he walked past Grace and left.
As soon as he got in the car, Grace threw herself against the window, pounding on the glass.
"Victor, don't go. Let's talk, okay? It's you I really care about now."
Grace cried as she spoke, and Victor could see her tears splashing on the window.
In the past, whenever Grace frowned, it would tear him up inside for hours.
But now, seeing her cry, he felt nothing.
The driver hesitated. "Mr. Edwards."
"Drive."
"But Miss Hall is still..."
"I said drive. Don't you get it?"
Facing Victor's cold, intense stare, the driver quickly looked away and started the car.
Grace was thrown to the ground as the car moved, but she didn't seem to feel the pain and quickly got up to chase after it.
Grace knew that if Victor gave up on her, she'd have nothing left.
The driver saw Grace limping after the car in the rearview mirror and hesitated before speaking softly, "Mr. Edwards, Miss Hall is chasing the car. She fell pretty hard when we started."
Victor's cold expression softened for a moment, but he resisted the urge to look back and replied coldly, "What happens to her has nothing to do with me."
The atmosphere inside the car was icy, and the driver didn't dare to speak again, silently driving.
Before long, Grace's figure was left far behind, soon just a tiny speck on the horizon.
Grace watched Victor's car disappear, collapsing to the ground and crying uncontrollably.
Grace knew she had really lost Victor this time.
In the past, Victor had always put up with her crap, which made her more and more reckless, thinking he’d always be there.
After crying her eyes out, Grace slowly got up and trudged back to Seb's villa.
Like he knew she’d be back, the villa's servant stopped her at the door and handed her the document Seb had given her earlier in the living room.
"Miss Hall, Mr. Smith said once you sign this, you’re done with him."
Grace's face twisted in anger. "Where's Seb? I need to see Seb!"
The servant's eyes flashed with disdain. "Mr. Smith isn't here right now. I suggest you sign and take the money. Mr. Smith's patience is running out."
Grace raised her hand to slap the cheeky servant, but the servant caught her hand mid-air.
The servant shoved her hard, and Grace hit the ground, the document landing in front of her.
"Miss Hall, I’m not your servant, and you have no right to touch me."
With that, the servant slammed the villa door shut.
Grace had never been so humiliated. She picked up the document from the ground, her eyes burning with hatred.
She nearly crumpled the document in her grip. She’d remember this humiliation, and it was all because of Sharon!
Grace thought, 'I’m not giving up that easily!'
In the end, Grace left with the document.
Early the next morning, Sharon had just gotten up when the doorbell rang.
"Ms. Wright, Mr. Smith sent us to deliver something to you."
Sharon frowned and didn’t open the door. "Tell him to stop sending me stuff. I don’t want anything from him."
The person at the door hesitated and said slowly, "Ms. Wright, Mr. Smith said if I don’t complete this task, I won’t need to come to work tomorrow."
Sharon didn’t expect Seb to be so low, threatening the poor guy, knowing she’d cave.
But she didn’t want to make things hard for the guy; it was Seb’s fault.
Sharon opened the door and said coolly, "Give it to me."
The guy looked relieved and grateful. "Thank you, Ms. Wright."
Seeing it was breakfast from the famous Starlight Diner in Metropolis, Sharon pursed her lips.
"You can go now. Thanks."
After the guy left, Sharon immediately called Seb.
"Where are you now?"
"At the office. Did you get the breakfast?"
"I did, but I’m not impressed."
"Is it something you don’t like?"
Sharon pursed her lips. "No, it’s just that I didn’t feel your sincerity. Having a lackey buy it only shows you have money. If you really want to send it, why don’t you go and buy it yourself?"
The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, and just when Sharon thought he’d be pissed, Seb’s light laughter came through.
"Okay, I’ll do it right away."
Sharon frowned and hung up the phone.
Over an hour later, Seb was indeed standing at Sharon’s door with a Starlight Diner breakfast, ringing the doorbell.
Seb’s hair was a bit messy, his suit jacket was off, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. The usually crisp shirt was now wrinkled, making him look a bit rough around the edges.
It was probably Seb’s first time standing in line with others to buy breakfast.
Sharon opened the door and saw Seb holding out the food box. She said flatly, "Mr. Smith, do you know what time it is? I’ve already had breakfast. Just keep it for yourself."
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