Chapter 303 Isabella, We Start Over
Each private room had its bartender. The junior bartender was startled by Sebastian, took a few steps outside the room, gritted his teeth, and knocked on the door.
"I'll take care of him," a woman's voice suddenly sounded warm and gentle, like a gentle breeze, refreshing.
The bartender was slightly stunned and looked to the side, asking, "You are..."
"I am Sebastian's girlfriend, don't worry," Lynda smiled as she took the drink from the surprised bartender's hand. Then, she pushed the door open to the private room and elegantly entered, leaving the bartender outside.
As Lynda entered the private room, she was overwhelmed by the strong smell of alcohol and smoke, which gave her a headache.
She frowned and walked step by step into the room.
Several empty bottles lay on the floor.
With each step Lynda took, her expression grew more serious. In her mind, Sebastian had always been a calm and indifferent man. How could he have deteriorated to this extent for another woman?
What surprised her even more was the wound on Sebastian's hand. Though it had scabbed over, Lynda could tell it was a new injury!
"Sebastian," Lynda exclaimed and put down the bottle of alcohol and hurriedly went to Sebastian's side, holding his uninjured hand. "How could you hurt yourself like this? Why go to such lengths for a woman who doesn't love you?"
Her voice gradually became sharp.
Sebastian was already drunk and unable to respond to Lynda.
Lynda was on the verge of hating Isabella, wishing she would die.
All of this was supposed to be hers!
Lynda took a deep breath. Knowing that things were unfolding as she had anticipated, a sinister smile crept onto her lips.
She would take back what rightfully belonged to her.
Isabella? Babies? What did they matter?
Lynda laughed. All the women who stood in her way of marrying Sebastian and entering the Lawrence family deserved to die!
Lynda bent down to help Sebastian up and said softly, "Sebastian, lying like this will make you catch a cold. Why don't you take better care of yourself?"
"It has always been you taking care of me before. Today, let me take care of you," she muttered to herself.
Ten minutes later, Lynda, supporting Sebastian, arrived at the nearest hotel, swaying unsteadily.
Outside the hotel, she deliberately slowed down to allow the photographer she hired to capture intimate photos of her and Sebastian.
Guessing that the time was about right, Lynda helped Sebastian enter the hotel, booked a room, and led him into the elevator, heading straight to the reserved room.
The door opened.
Lynda placed Sebastian on the bed, her gaze sharp and greedy as she looked at him.
Everything was going according to her plan, without any deviation.
She excitedly curved her lips as if she could already see herself parading as Mrs. Lawrence in the future.
To avoid getting too excited, Lynda calmed herself down.
She turned around with a smile, intending to find a damp towel in the bathroom to wipe Sebastian's face.
"Don't go," Sebastian's large hand suddenly grabbed Lynda's wrist, leaving her stunned.
His murmurs sounded again, "Don't leave me..."
It was he who asked her not to go.
Lynda felt a sense of satisfaction. After snapping out of it, she proudly raised her chin, but just as she was about to smile, she heard Sebastian's voice from behind.
"Isabella, don't go," Sebastian said.
Lynda's smile froze on her face.
She clenched her teeth, her jaw muscles bulging.
Why was this happening? Didn't Sebastian break up with that woman already?
It was one thing for him to get drunk for Isabella, but to call out her name even while intoxicated, how far did his love go?
Lynda was displeased, and the only annoyance was that it might take a long time to win back Sebastian's heart.
But after thinking about it, Lynda believed that fate had given her the opportunity to bring him to the hotel...
Lynda smiled. She certainly wouldn't waste this chance.
Tonight...
Lynda turned around and gently patted Sebastian's hand, saying, "Sebastian, I won't leave. I will never leave you. Ah..."
Without any warning, Sebastian forcefully pulled Lynda onto the bed, embracing her.
She exclaimed, opening her eyes to see Sebastian's enlarged face, surrounded by his presence.
It was so easy to succeed in this matter.
Lynda blushed, and her heart raced; her breathing quickened.
"Sebastian," she whispered.
Sebastian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze soft, deep like the sea, yet captivating like a whirlpool.
Lynda's heart raced. This feeling only Sebastian could give to her.
During her college days, there were many wealthy men, but she chose him and carefully approached him step by step.
With a deepening gaze, Lynda revealed a self-perceived charming smile, shyly reaching out to unbutton her clothes.
However, Sebastian rubbed her head and said, "You, you're so silly."
An indulgent, gentle, teasing tone made Lynda feel like she was walking on air.
It was as if she had gone back to the time when Isabella had not appeared at all.
But the next second, Sebastian hoarsely repeated, "Isabella, you're so silly."
Lynda instantly felt like she had fallen from the clouds into an abyss!
She stood there, motionless; at that moment, Sebastian's chin rested on her shoulder.
With a visibly weak and deep voice, Sebastian softly said, "Isabella, we... start over, hmm?"
Lynda, who had never seen Sebastian like this before, was dumbfounded.
How could he be so humble, so meek, as if he wanted to offer his heart to Isabella?
How could a woman who didn't love him deserve such treatment from him?
Lynda was on the verge of collapse. She had tried so hard for years but couldn't get what Isabella had taken his heart in just a few months.
How could Sebastian, who was so high and mighty, have someone deeply hidden in his heart?
Lynda wanted to destroy it all. She bit her lip, a fierce flashing in her eyes.
A very bold idea crossed her mind—she wanted to spend a night with him in the hotel!
Lynda knew very well that she held a special place in Sebastian's heart. If they were to be together in bed, then everything would fall into place!
However, this thought only lingered in Lynda's mind for a few seconds before a warm hand suddenly gripped her neck.
The force was too strong.
Suddenly, Lynda's breathing became a challenge. Her face turned red, and her hands flailed in the air. "Sebastian... Sebastian..." she yelled.
She couldn't speak properly; even if she could, it would be incoherent.
"You're not her." Sebastian pushed Lynda away, his voice hoarse.
Lynda could hear the regret, self-hatred, and pity mixed in it.
She gasped for breath, looking at him in shock.
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