Chapter 299 Enjoy This Feast at Your Leisure
Sebastian was familiar with this unfamiliar number, and instantly, guilt flashed through his eyes.
Instead, he looked at Isabella with an expression of hidden resentment.
But Isabella didn't notice. The thought that he wouldn't show up just now was so terrifying that when Sebastian suddenly appeared in front of her, she was startled and could barely stand.
If Sebastian hadn't grabbed her wrist, she would have collapsed.
She withdrew her hand, raised her head, and looked at Sebastian, exhaling deeply. "Yes, I was looking for you."
"I thought you were going to run away." Isabella joked.
Her wild imagination really gave her the creeps as she couldn't imagine how terrible things could have been today if Sebastian hadn't shown up.
Fortunately, Sebastian came.
Sebastian stared at Isabella intently. She looked beautiful today, so beautiful that he hated her ruthlessness and wanted to press her down and tease her fiercely.
"Why did you feel... that I wouldn't come?" Sebastian asked softly.
This question, which Isabella had clearly initiated, left her unsure how to answer.
Sebastian caressed Isabella's seductive lips and replied, "You know my feelings for you. How could I leave you alone here, Isabella? What made you have such an absurd thought?"
His grip was strong, not gentle at all. Isabella's lips were already delicate, and she felt like Sebastian was rubbing them with his hand, almost causing them to bleed.
It hurt, but she had nowhere to hide.
Her sixth sense told her that something was off with Sebastian. Every word he uttered was so cold, and his breath felt indifferent, sending a shiver down her spine.
Isabella had no choice but to turn her face away, pursing her lips. Only when the pain on her lips subsided did she turn back and reply, "Just a random thought, after all, you never showed up."
"No, tell me the truth." Sebastian suddenly gripped Isabella's chin, his sharp gaze fixed on her, "Do you really want me to spell it out?"
Listening to Sebastian's cold tone, Isabella tensed up, and the forced smile on her face vanished completely.
She heard herself ask in a trembling voice, "Spell... spell out what?"
He wanted to confront Isabella, to ask her why she didn't love him and why she dared to deceive him.
He needed to clarify that Isabella's concern about his absence stemmed from guilt. She feared he would uncover the truth about the "acting" and punish her for it.
The more Sebastian thought about it, the more his heart ached, and he had indeed intended to leave. However, he came in the end because he couldn't bear to see Isabella being criticized and gossiped about.
But her acting was so poor that once again, she exposed her guilt, letting him see through it at a glance!
'Isabella, why couldn't your acting be superb enough to deceive me forever? Deceive me for a lifetime!' he mulled over.
"What do you mean?" Sebastian asked, looking angry, but then he smiled gently, approaching Isabella and answering his question, "Of course, I'm just acting with you. How could I possibly love such a cruel woman like you?"
Isabella suddenly stepped back.
For a moment, her vision turned pitch black, and the heat was dispelled by Sebastian's heartless words, leaving a chilling sensation.
She had known this truth for a long time, but hearing it today still made her heart ache.
"Fine." Isabella struggled to stand firm, not daring to say another word. She was afraid that if she said one more word, her tears would fall.
Sebastian scrutinized Isabella's eyes with all his might, observing her expression with clenched teeth.
Sebastian swallowed hard and sneered, "Isabella, if I were to be with you publicly, would you deserve it?"
Isabella's eyes brimmed with tears, but a sarcastic smile played at the corner of her mouth.
Sebastian had never felt so affected by a smile.
But he continued, "I can't give Lynda the position of the Lawrence family's young mistress that she desires now. This has been my guilt all along."
"So, to make it up to her, I can only make you, a child-making machine, sad in order to please her."
Isabella felt a sharp pain in her heart, which was unbearable.
How could she have fallen in love with someone like this?
Did she commit an unforgivable sin in her past life?
To love someone, to be humble and degraded, to be treated as a mere child-making machine. She was a human, a living person.
"Then let's get a divorce, and I'll give up my position for her," Isabella spoke, her teeth trembling with anger as she tried to restrain herself, pleading, "Have mercy on me."
Isabella could hardly catch her breath and repeated, "...Sebastian, have mercy on me..."
Sebastian harshly let go of Isabella's chin and said, "Finally, you're willing to tell the truth and daring to speak your mind?"
He approached, grabbing her by the neck, almost lifting her to his face, and said with a bow, "Divorce? Dream on. You'll never have the chance to say those words first."
Isabella's pupils contracted. "What did you say..."
He just chuckled softly, and his laughter was deep and magnetic, exactly like when he held her and whispered during the quiet nights.
But now, his deep voice filled her with fear.
Sebastian released Isabella, his gaze cold and indifferent, as he slowly took out his phone from his suit pocket.
Then, he put it to his ear and spoke warmly to the person on the other end of the line, "Lynda."
Isabella's eyes widened in shock as she looked at Sebastian. In an instant, she understood what was happening and shook her head repeatedly. "No, Sebastian, you can't do this to me... you can't..."
But she watched helplessly as Sebastian's expression quickly turned serious after taking the call. "All right, I'll be right there," he replied
Isabella felt her mind go blank.
"Isabella," Sebastian put away his phone and said, "enjoy the rest of this party. I won't be accompanying you."
She reached out her hand immediately, trying to grab him, but he evaded her.
"You can't leave," Isabella said, "Sebastian, you can't just abandon me like this..."
"Lynda called. How can I ignore her?" he asked, "Do you really think you're more important than her? Do you think I would prioritize you over her?"
She felt her throat so dry, itchy, and painful that she couldn't utter a word.
The cold and merciless expression on Sebastian's face was his most effective weapon to hurt her.
He didn't need to say or do anything; just looking at her like that was enough to devastate her.
Sebastian took step by step backward, slowly moving away from her, away from the center of the ballroom.
Isabella's hand froze in midair, not even touching a corner of his clothes.
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