Chapter 26 This wife can still be kept
As Isabella started to hiccup, Sebastian gently patted her on the back, saying, "I'm here, everything is fine now. Don't cry, don't be afraid. Look, how grown up you are, even hiccuping while crying."
Isabella hiccuped and explained, "I... hiccup... I was scared... hiccup... and hungry... so I ended up... hiccuping..."
A slight smirk formed at the corner of Sebastian's mouth as he replied, "You're not afraid anymore. I'll take you home."
"You're still smiling!" Isabella's just-stopped tears began to flow again. "You have no idea what I... hiccup... just went through... hiccup...and yet you can still smile."
He raised his hand and gently wiped away the dirt on her cheek, softly answering, "You're still here and safe. That's why I'm happy."
Isabella pouted, unable to express the emotions swirling inside her.
It was a post-disaster survival, a return to safety, a mixture of fear and relief... or perhaps, it was gratitude.
She just held onto Sebastian tightly and refused to let go, no matter what.
"I truly... truly thought that I would die here. That my life would end here. What am I supposed to do? Fortunately, you came, Sebastian..."
"You see," he said, "when you shouted my name, I found you. So, next time, if there is any danger, remember to do that, understood?"
She sniffed, "Okay."
Sebastian removed the dried leaves and grass from her hair and then took out a tissue to gently wipe her face.
Finally, Isabella looked somewhat presentable.
She saw the white tissue turn black and was taken aback. She touched her face and belatedly said, "I... I'm so dirty."
Saying that, she glanced down at herself.
During her escape, she didn't know how many times she had fallen and quickly gotten back up without hesitation. Her shoes were soaked in mud and could no longer be salvaged.
Isabella looked at Sebastian again.
His shirt had also been stained by her, covered in mud stains, yet... he didn't seem to mind.
Isabella reached out to wipe him off, but when she saw her own dirty hands, she withdrew them.
Sebastian had always been fastidious, always immaculate and flawless. His shoes were never dusty, yet because of her... he had become like this.
"Well," he responded, "but if it's washed at home, this wife can still be kept."
This person, who was usually so serious and indifferent, suddenly made such a joke that Isabella couldn't help but laugh.
"You're dirty too," she said, "your shirts are expensive..."
"Clothes can be bought again, but a wife cannot." Sebastian affectionately held her hand. "My little kitten."
Isabella looked at their intertwined hands, feeling a sense of security that filled her heart.
He held her hand and they walked out of this maze-like place and returned to the highway.
"Mr. Lawrence!" The head bodyguard saw him and immediately walked over quickly. "Are you alright?"
Alongside the road, there were about ten cars parked, all with their hazard lights flashing. In front and behind each car stood a bodyguard in a black suit.
Such a display... did Sebastian mobilize so many people just to save her?
What Isabella didn't know was that these were only a small group of people that had been temporarily reassigned. Sebastian was practically turning all of New York upside down.
Sebastian shook his head. "I'm fine. Have they found out where that car went?"
"We're still investigating."
"Find the culprit and bring them before me," Sebastian said. "As soon as possible."
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence."
Isabella hid behind Sebastian, too frightened to face anyone.
First, because she was currently in a sorry state, with her dirty clothes. Second, she was still in a state of fear. Sebastian pulled her aside.
The passenger door opened and when Isabella didn't move, Sebastian raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong?"
She flinched slightly and replied, "Nothing."
Without saying a word, he lifted her into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and gently kissed her forehead. "Don't be afraid, we're going home."
Isabella looked at him and then lowered her gaze.
Back at Willow-brook Estate, Isabella went straight to her bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the air.
Sebastian went to the dressing room and retrieved a set of pajamas, placing them on the large bed before heading to the study.
The butler was already waiting in the study. "Mr. Lawrence."
"Have they found the person?" Sebastian asked.
"The location has been identified. Barring any unexpected circumstances, we should be able to apprehend them before dawn."
Sebastian casually glanced at the time. "Good."
"But, Mr. Lawrence," the butler inquired, "do you intend to settle this matter privately?"
His tone was nonchalant. "Handle it privately first, then publicly."
In other words, it means that the murderer who took Isabella away should be skinned, thrown into prison, enduring insults and degradation, unable to live, nor able to die.
"The Lawrence Group is currently in the limelight, with competitors watching closely. Mr. Lawrence, at this moment, I suggest you keep a low profile and avoid trouble, so as not to leave any handle for others."
Sebastian narrowed his eyes, "Are you asking me to just let it go?"
"Hand the murderer directly to the police and let the lawyers handle it, Mr. Lawrence."
"He harmed Isabella."
"Madam is unharmed, not injured, so it can be considered..."
Sebastian's palm slammed onto the desk heavily, "Shut up."
The butler remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Mr. Lawrence, you are a person who should realize grand plans and not let emotions disrupt your pace. This trivial matter is truly not worth mentioning."
"Is her situation a trivial matter?"
"Women's matters should be resolved by women."
Sebastian's tone changed, "Do you already know who the mastermind behind this is?"
The butler lowered his head and replied, "During the surveillance, I saw Madam talking with Miss Turner."
"Grace..."
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence. Miss Turner has been pursuing you for many years and became a laughingstock. She was even humiliated by you and Madam last time. It's understandable for her to hold a grudge. Miss Turner is nothing, but the Turner family... they have a strong background."
Sebastian turned his back, hands behind him.
"Making enemies with the Ye family is not the best approach," the butler said, "Mr. Lawrence, I believe you know better than I do which matter is more important."
After a long while, Sebastian said lightly, "You may leave."
"There is one more thing." the butler said, "After the announcement of your marriage with Madam, we received news from overseas..."
"What did they say?"
"That person's emotions were unstable. They smashed a lot of things and locked themselves in their room, refusing to eat or drink."
Sebastian frowned, "Can't they find a solution? With her poor health, how can she not eat?"
"I will pass on your words, Mr. Lawrence."
Sebastian waved his hand.
He stood in the study for a long, long time, smoking several cigarettes, while thinking about Isabella becoming pregnant and how she doesn't like the smell of smoke. So, he stood by the window and let the wind blow for half an hour.
When he returned to the master bedroom, Isabella was already asleep.
Her petite body lay on its side, curled up in a corner of the large bed. Her hair covered most of her face. She breathed softly, sound asleep.
Today... she was truly scared.
Sebastian sat down gently beside her and reached out to brush away her hair, revealing her peaceful sleeping face.
"I originally thought that marrying you would bring peace and ease, but I never expected you to be so... difficult."
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