Chapter 162 I Got Carsick and Threw Up
Chapter 162: I Got Carsick and Threw Up
Isabella didn't care much about anything else and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, saying, "Can't you be a bit gentler with me?"
Sebastian just looked at her gloomily.
"Although I'm not as fragile and delicate as Lynda, I am still made of flesh. Can't you let me sit in the car comfortably? Or wait until I'm seated and buckled up before driving?"
Sebastian asked her, "Are you done vomiting? Sober now? Not drunk anymore?"
"I didn't..."
Isabella was about to answer when she suddenly realized that something was off.
Sober? Drunk?
She hadn't consumed any alcohol, so how could she be drunk? Did Sebastian think she was drunk?
"What's wrong? Huh?" Sebastian continued to cross his arms and looked down at her sitting on the ground. "Go on."
Isabella raised her hand and touched her face.
It was hot, even without looking in the mirror, she knew her face was red.
This was what being drunk looked like, wasn't it?
But she... she hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol! Not a single one!
It was probably because it was stuffy in the bar, coupled with the vigorous dancing, she had sweated a lot, so this happened. Besides, she had been vomiting just now...
No wonder Sebastian mistook her for being drunk.
"Why aren't you speaking anymore? Are you dumb?" Sebastian grew even more impatient as she remained silent. "Isabella, you're getting bolder and bolder."
She suddenly laughed, "Isn't it all your doing?"
Since he thought she was drunk, then she would be drunk.
"I told you to go back to Willowbrook Estate, but you ran off to the bar instead?"
"So what?" Isabella retorted, "Is that not allowed? You can go halfway to see Lynda, but I can't go to the bar for some fun?"
"Is that the kind of place you should go to? Don't you know there are many men with ill intentions there? You're trying to conceive, shouldn't you take care of your body?" Sebastian accused.
In the face of Sebastian's reproach, she remained calm. "Don't you smoke heavily too?"
Sebastian was about to be infuriated by her.
Isabella propped herself up from the ground and slowly stood up. Her head was still spinning from being carried and thrown around, as well as the reckless driving all the way.
She took two steps, her footsteps unsteady and swaying.
Probably unable to bear seeing her like this, Sebastian quickly walked to her side.
"Don't touch me, you... don't move," Isabella immediately said, "Stay away from me, I don't need your help..."
She was afraid that Sebastian would carry her again.
That feeling of being upside down was extremely uncomfortable.
During this period, her appetite had increased significantly, and now she suddenly felt nauseous and had an upset stomach for no apparent reason. Moreover, the symptoms were getting more severe each time. There was definitely something wrong.
Isabella couldn't tolerate rough treatment anymore.
Sebastian's hand paused in mid-air, but eventually, it landed on Isabella's waist.
"Don't, you..."
Isabella couldn't finish her sentence before Sebastian gently lifted her up.
His hands were steady, and his embrace was warm. Isabella couldn't believe it, and she looked up at him with astonishment.
Unfortunately, Sebastian didn't even give her a glance. He looked ahead, walking quickly towards the villa, and all Isabella could see was his resolute jawline.
He carried her upstairs like that, not forgetting to instruct, "Go get something to help with the hangover."
"Yes." The response of a servant came from some corner, unknown to Isabella.
Sebastian kicked open the door to the master bedroom and placed her back on the bed, this time with much gentler movements. It was probably because he noticed how severe her vomiting was and knew she was feeling uncomfortable.
In reality, Isabella was feeling uncomfortable in her heart.
She wasn't drunk; now she had to pretend to be.
If she were to tell Sebastian that she hadn't been drinking, he probably wouldn't believe her.
And if he did believe her, he would be angry at why she hadn't made it clear from the beginning.
Anyway, Sebastian was not easy to deal with.
Isabella turned over, pulled the blanket over herself, leaving only her eyes exposed as she stared straight at Sebastian.
"How did you find the bar? Who told you?" she asked.
"The bodyguard."
"Why did Lynda let you go?"
"Not your concern."
"I can't even ask?" Isabella pouted. "Is it really that easy for you to leave Amorous Town? You're too disciplined..."
Sebastian's face turned dark. "Shut up."
"I can't even speak now? Well, then, let me lie here like this, I might suffocate."
He reached out and pulled the corner of the blanket down. "Suffocating with it on?"
"I'm cold."
Sebastian stood in place for two seconds, then turned to adjust the temperature.
Women were such a hassle!
"When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll see." He said, "Who allowed you to drink so much?"
Isabella played along and asked, "How did you know I was drinking?"
"Could you vomit like that if you didn't drink?"
"I was dizzy because of you. All the ups, downs, and fast driving made me nauseous."
Sebastian adjusted the temperature and returned to the bedside, giving her a cold look. "Just nonsense."
Fine, Isabella thought, Sebastian believed she was drunk.
Her truth was taken as nonsense.
This world...ugh.
Thinking about it, Isabella suddenly burst into laughter.
Sebastian's face remained tense. "What are you laughing at?"
Isabella reached out from under the blanket and grabbed onto his shirt sleeve. "Who exactly are you...
"How did you manage to leave Lynda's place?"
"She is more obedient than you."
"Oh, I see." Isabella blinked her eyes. "So, you told her that I was drinking and you wanted to see me, and she agreed, right?"
"Can you please be quiet, Isabella."
"I won't." She replied, "I... I want to talk right now, say a lot of things. I want to annoy you, frustrate you."
Sebastian wrinkled his brows, looking down and muttered to himself, "After getting drunk, she's not crazy, just talks a lot, but her alcohol tolerance is fine."
Isabella: "..."
"Whether she knows I came to see you or not, she would let me go," Sebastian said calmly, "unlike you."
"What's wrong with me? I'm doing fine."
Sebastian looked at her for a while, then suddenly sat down, propping himself up on her ear, bending over to look at her.
At such a close distance, she could clearly see his eyelashes.
And, their noses touched each other.
"Why did you go drinking?" Sebastian's voice was deep. "Because you were angry with me for going to see Lynda again?"
"Yes... I was bored being alone."
"Feeling jealous?"
Normally, Isabella would never admit it.
But today... if he said she was drunk, she would consider herself drunk too.
What can you believe from the things drunk people say? Even if they believed it, the next morning they could deny it to death, claiming they had blackout and didn't remember anything.
Isabella bit her lip, using this nonexistent "drunken state" as an excuse, she became much braver.
She also mustered some courage.
"Yes, I'm jealous," Isabella said, "Why does one phone call from Lynda make you leave? You kept saying that you wanted to go home and have dinner with me, just like before...but you didn't keep your word."
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