Chapter 155 I Love You, Do You Love Lynda?
Sebastian's eyelashes flickered slightly.
Then, he said, "I'm sorry."
Isabella's hand, hidden under the blanket, instantly tightened its grip.
He was apologizing to her?
"You," Isabella snorted softly, "either treat Lynda wholeheartedly or treat me wholeheartedly. What are you doing, playing both sides?"
"I really am sorry, Bella."
He rarely called her that, only when their passion reached its peak, he liked to call her that.
Normally... he hardly ever used such an intimate term with her.
Because at this moment, in Sebastian's heart, Isabella was in a drunken stupor, completely unaware.
When she wakes up tomorrow, she will forget everything, and won't remember a thing.
Just as Isabella was dumbfounded and at a loss for words, Sebastian lowered his head and kissed her eyes, saying, "It's my fault, I didn't consider your feelings."
Was the sun rising from the west today?
No, Sebastian during the daytime was normal, why did he suddenly change like this?
His kisses tickled Isabella, making her unconsciously blink her eyes.
Sebastian leaned against her ear with one hand and gently caressed her face with the other, saying, "You're still you, Bella. Even when you're drunk, your eyes are still so clear and pure, without any impurity."
What is he saying?
Possessed?
"When you sought me out after seeking revenge on Grace and pushing her into the lake, asking if you should change, if you should seek vengeance, if you should be ruthless, I said a lot to you. But deep down, I didn't want you to change."
"Not everyone possesses this innocence and generosity. I asked you multiple times if you hated Marcus, and you always said you didn't. That made me think, you're too pure."
"Perhaps it's because my hands are too dirty, stained with too many things, that's why I wanted to darken you as well. But later on, I discovered how ridiculous that idea was."
After a pause, Sebastian lightly brushed her nose, saying, "Why am I telling you all this? You won't remember anyway. It's precisely because you won't remember that I dare to say it."
Isabella tightly pinched the palm of her hand, keeping herself alert, not letting Sebastian's hoarse low voice confuse her.
She swallowed hard and muttered, "I... I didn't ask you that, answer my question!"
"I really, really want the previous you to come back to my side. But Lynda, she's sick, and I have to go to her." Sebastian answered, "After she falls asleep, I'll come back."
"She's sick?"
"Yes, her health isn't good."
"You should go," Isabella said, "she is the one you love, your future wife, it's only natural for you to care for her."
She laughed carefree, several times.
It seemed more like drunken talk, Isabella thought, whether she was confusing Sebastian or herself. Acting drunk, pretending, she was starting to feel like she was actually drunk.
Sebastian lowered his eyes, suddenly stood up, and left her.
The scent on the tip of her nose, the warmth of their proximity, and the pressure that weighed on her, all vanished in an instant.
Isabella looked at him. "Why... why aren't you saying anything?"
Sebastian asked calmly, "In your eyes, am I deeply in love with Lynda?"
"Isn't that the case?"
"Yes," Sebastian replied. "I held that belief firmly before I met you."
Isabella's heart started to beat uncontrollably, thumping in her chest... almost jumping out of her throat.
What did he mean by that?
"After I met you..." Sebastian's voice dragged on, becoming longer and longer. "I started to doubt myself."
Isabella was too nervous to open her mouth.
If she spoke now, her voice would surely tremble, easily noticed by Sebastian.
Fortunately, Sebastian at this moment seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, not paying much attention to her.
He seemed to be speaking to the intoxicated Isabella, but also... talking to himself.
During the day, he was the second young master of the Lawrence family, the president of the Lawrence Group, above thousands of people, holding the destinies of countless individuals.
At night, he never let go of his guard, responsibilities, and burdens; they had long been ingrained in his blood, becoming a part of him.
Indivisible.
"Clearly, every step was under my control, progressing steadily according to my plan. Except for Lynda returning to her home country, but I already knew how to deal with this unexpected situation."
"Nothing is wrong, everything is developing in the direction I desired. However, I feel neither satisfaction nor a sense of accomplishment, and I don't even want to continue like this."
Sebastian raised his eyes, his gaze deep, like a whirlpool ready to suck her in.
"Isabella, tell me, why is it like this?"
"I..."
She tried to maintain innocence, "I have no idea what you're talking about, it's all gibberish to me, it gives me a headache just listening to it."
"You really are heartless..."
"I have a conscience, a big one," Isabella retorted.
"Otherwise, why would I rescue the Wallace family on my own, do everything possible to gather money for Grandma's medication..."
"That's for your family." Sebastian stared straight at her. "What about me? Have you ever felt even a slight bit of conscience towards me?"
"Why should I have a conscience towards you... as if you have it towards me."
He suddenly laughed, a low laughter escaping his lips.
"You're right. I married you to have children, to merge with the Lawrence family."
"It's just a family confrontation. I've been using you all along, from the beginning until now," Sebastian confessed.
Isabella laughed and reached out to pinch his cheek. "You gave me a lot of money, so much that I couldn't spend it all in my lifetime. It's a transaction; fair and square."
Sebastian held onto her hand that was playfully pinching him. "But can't we talk about feelings in this transaction?"
"Feelings? You talk about that with Lynda," Isabella replied.
"But you said you love me," Sebastian said, "Isabella, those were your own words. You know, when I heard those three words, I..."
He couldn't put into words what he felt at that moment.
Isabella smiled mischievously, "I love you, and you love Lynda, right? It's a love triangle. Isn't this like something from a cheesy TV drama? Or perhaps, you do love me?"
She asked nonchalantly, but deep inside, she anxiously squeezed a handful of sweat.
She was hoping, waiting, and filled with hope.
Hope... that Sebastian loved her.
But how could that be possible? Can a chess player ever fall in love with the chess piece?
"I don't know," Sebastian answered earnestly, his voice growing softer, "I really don't know if that's considered love. And if it is, how do I explain things with Lynda?"
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