Chapter 374 Don't You Care About Me at All?
Sharon watched Seb's broad back. The spot where his hand had touched her felt like it was on fire, the heat spreading to her heart.
A few seconds later, she looked away and carried two plates of spaghetti out.
Seb finished washing the pan and came out, seeing Sharon sitting at the dining table, her head down in thought. He sat down across from her. "Why aren't you eating?"
Sharon looked up, and the moment their eyes met, she quickly looked away. "I was waiting for you. Let's eat now."
Then, she lowered her head and picked up a fork, shoveling the spaghetti into her mouth.
Seb warned, "Careful, it's hot!"
But it was too late. The moment the scalding spaghetti touched her tongue, Sharon's brows furrowed.
A wave of pain spread from her tongue, and she quickly spat out the spaghetti.
The next second, a cold hand cupped her chin.
Seb instructed, "Open your mouth."
Sharon instinctively opened her mouth, enveloped in the cool, earthy scent of cedar emanating from Seb. He stood by her chair, very close to her. Her body tensed involuntarily, her hand on the table slowly clenching.
Her heartbeat gradually quickened, as if it might leap out of her chest at any moment.
Just when she felt her face heating up, the hand holding her chin suddenly released.
Seb said, "You've got a blister on your tongue. I'll get some ointment for you."
As he turned to leave, Sharon felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of loss.
She suppressed the emotion in her heart and said calmly, "It's fine. It'll be better in a couple of days. No need for ointment."
Seb glanced back at her, frowning. "Ointment will make it heal faster. You can't eat the spaghetti now. I'll have Dana make you some porridge later."
Sharon protested, "No need to trouble her. I can make it myself. It's late. Don't bother her."
Seb insisted, "Just sit here and don't move. I'll make it for you. You're so clumsy. You might hurt yourself again."
With that, he headed to the kitchen.
Sharon quickly got up and blocked his way. "It's my tongue that's hurt, not my hands. Go eat the spaghetti. It won't taste good if you wait too long. I'll make the porridge myself."
Seeing that Seb was about to speak, she added, "Remember last time when you didn't eat properly and ended up with a stomachache? Do you really want to ruin your stomach?"
Seb's gaze intensified, his eyes dark and probing. "Sharon, are you worried about me?"
Sharon paused, suddenly unable to withstand the weight of his eyes on her. She looked away and said, "Who cares about you? I just don't want Demetrius to worry about you."
Seb pressed, "Just don't want Demetrius to worry? Is that all? Don't you care about me at all?"
As he spoke, he leaned in closer, staring intently into her eyes, capturing every flicker of emotion. The distance between them was almost nonexistent, causing Sharon to instinctively take a step back, desperate to create some space.
Seb, as if aware of her thoughts, held her waist tightly, stopping her from pulling away.
Seb asked again, "Sharon, why aren't you answering?"
Sharon bit her lip, feeling a bit parched. "Let go of me first."
She was surrounded by his cedar scent, as if she were in a tranquil cedar forest, each breath filled with that cool, steady aroma.
Seb said, "I'll let go if you answer me."
Sharon pushed against his chest, her eyes filled with anger. "Seb, don't go too far!"
Seeing that she was genuinely angry, Seb didn't dare to tease her further.
Just then, footsteps approached.
Sharon quickly pushed Seb away and hurried into the kitchen.
Dana had just entered the living room and saw Sharon's back.
Dana asked, "Mr. Smith, Mr. Demetrius Roach is already asleep. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Seb replied, "Sharon burned her tongue. Please get some ointment for burns."
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