Chapter 163: Do You Love Lynda?
Sebastian's eyelashes trembled lightly, and then he said, "I'm sorry."
Isabella tightly clenched her hand under the blanket.
He's apologizing to her?
"You," Isabella muttered, "either be completely good to Lynda or be completely good to me. What's the point of playing both sides? Are you trying to have it both ways?"
"I'm truly sorry, Isabella," Sebastian said.
He rarely called her by that name, only when their passion reached its peak. He liked calling her that in those moments of intimacy.
Otherwise... he had never been so affectionate with her.
Because, in Sebastian's heart, Isabella was just someone who got lost and unconscious when she was drunk. Tomorrow, when she woke up, she would forget everything, not remembering a thing.
While Isabella was still dazed and confused, Sebastian lowered his head and kissed her eyes. "It's my fault, I didn't consider your feelings."
Has the sun risen from the west today?
No, Sebastian during the day was still normal. Why has he suddenly changed now?
His kisses made Isabella's eyes feel ticklish, and she blinked unconsciously.
With one hand propped beside her ear and the other gently caressing her face, Sebastian said, "You are still you, Isabella. Even when you're drunk, your eyes remain so clear and pure, without any impurity."
What is he saying?
Has he lost his mind?
"When you sought me out after pushing Grace into the lake, asking whether to change, seek revenge, or become ruthless, I told you many things. But in my heart, I didn't want you to change."
"This purity and generosity, not everyone possesses it. I've asked you more than once if you hate Marcus, and you always said no. At that time, I was thinking, you are too pure."
"Perhaps my hands are too dirty, stained with too much, so I wanted to darken you as well. But later, I realized how ridiculous that thought was."
Taking a pause, Sebastian lightly nudged her nose. "Why did I tell you so much? You won't remember anyway. It's because you won't remember that I dare to say these things."
Isabella squeezed her palm tightly, trying to keep herself sober and not get swayed by Sebastian's husky voice.
She swallowed, muttering, "I... that’s not what I asked you. Answer my question!"
"I truly, truly want the past you to return to my side. But Lynda, she's having a relapse, so I have to go to her," Sebastian answered. "I'll come back once she falls asleep."
"A relapse?"
"Yeah, she's not feeling well."
"You should go."
Isabella said, "She is your beloved, your future true lady; it is only natural for you to care for her... giggles." She laughed heartily a few times. It seemed more like drunken ramblings. Isabella wondered if she was confusing Sebastian or herself. By pretending to be drunk, she started to believe that she was actually intoxicated.
Sebastian lowered his gaze, suddenly stood up, and left her. The touch of his breath, the warmth of his proximity, and the weight of his presence all disappeared in an instant. Isabella looked at him and asked, "Why... why are you not saying anything?" Sebastian calmly inquired, "In your eyes, do I love Lynda very much?" "Isn't it?" "Yes," Sebastian replied, "Before I met you, that's what I firmly believed."
Isabella's heart started racing uncontrollably, dong dong dong... it almost felt like it was going to jump out of her throat. What did he mean by that? "After I met you..." Sebastian's voice lingered for a long time, "I started to doubt myself." Isabella was too nervous to speak. If she were to say anything at this moment, her voice would surely tremble and be easily noticed by Sebastian. Luckily, at this moment, Sebastian seemed absorbed in his own thoughts and didn't pay much attention to her. It was as if he was speaking to a drunken Isabella, or perhaps... talking to himself.
During the day, he was the second young master of the Lawrence family, the president of the Lawrence Group, superior to all, holding the destiny of countless people in his hands. At night, he never let his guard down; responsibilities and burdens had long become deeply ingrained within him, a part of him that couldn't be separated. "Even though every step is proceeding smoothly under my arrangements, except for Lynda unexpectedly returning to her home country... but I already know how to handle this unexpected situation." "Nothing is wrong; everything is progressing according to my ideal direction. However, I have no satisfaction or sense of accomplishment, and I don't even want to continue like this," Sebastian raised his eyes, his gaze deep, like a whirlpool that wanted to draw her in.
"Isabella, you tell me, why is it like this?" "I..." she tried to maintain innocence, "I don't know, what are you talking about, I can't understand a word... it gives me a headache just listening." "You truly are a heartless little one..." "I am not; I have a big heart with a conscience," Isabella countered, "Otherwise, how could I single-handedly save the Wallace family and go out of my way to gather funds for Grandma's medical expenses?"
"..."
"That's for your family," Sebastian stared straight into her eyes. "But what about me? Do you have even a trace of it?"
"Why should I have a conscience towards you... It's as if you have one towards me."
Suddenly, he laughed, a soft and low chuckle resonating. "You're right. I married you to have children and to confront the Lawrence family... I've been using you, from the very beginning till now."
Isabella laughed too, reaching out and pinching his cheek. "But you've given me so much money, a lifetime's worth. It's a transaction, isn't it? Quite fair."
Sebastian held onto her hand as she playfully pinched and squeezed. "Can't we talk about emotions in a transaction?"
"Emotions? You discuss those with Lynda."
"But you've said it before, that 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 the feelings he had at that moment.
Isabella smiled mischievously. "I love you, and you love Lynda, right? A love triangle. Isn't that the plot of a melodramatic soap opera? I wonder, do you still love me?"
Casually asking, but in her heart, she tightens her grip nervously.
She was anticipating, waiting, and filled with hope.
Hope... that Sebastian loved her.
But how could that be? Can a player of chess fall in love with a piece on the board?
"... I don't know," Sebastian answered earnestly, his voice growing even lower. "I don't know if that can be considered love. And if it is, how can I explain the situation with Lynda..."
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