Chapter 335 You Were Happy, And That's Enough
How did this photo end up printed out, and why did it show up in the lounge's trash can, with Sebastian's half destroyed?
Isabella extinguished the lighter, gripping the metal casing, and in a brief moment of thought, her heart leaped wildly.
So... Sebastian never truly deleted it.
He merely removed it from her phone but retained a copy on his own.
Did this indicate duplicity or could it imply that his genuine feelings were traceable?
Isabella's throat closed up, heavy with bitterness. She was certain the photo had been burned and the lighter had been discarded here earlier that afternoon.
At that time, as Sebastian engaged in these actions, what was going through his mind?
He saved the photo and developed it, which suggested he treasured it. But when he burned it, did he feel pain?
Did he destroy his half of the photograph, holding onto hers out of reluctance?
Using the lighter she had gifted him, he burnt his image in the photo...
Isabella's hand trembled lightly. Putting herself in his shoes, a sharp pang pierced her heart.
Lost in thought, when the lounge's lights flickered on, Isabella glanced towards the door, a touch startled.
Sebastian turned on the lights, his gaze falling on Isabella by the trash can.
Her eyes were red, portraying deep sorrow.
A vulnerable spot in Sebastian's chest was unexpectedly struck.
"Why are you crouching there?" He hastened towards her.
Isabella held the lighter in her left hand and the photo in her right, frozen in place, gazing at Sebastian with teary eyes.
Perplexed, Sebastian briefly scanned what she clutched, and then it dawned on him.
Advancing confidently, he lifted Isabella, placing her on the edge of the bed.
Then, he gently tousled her hair, kneeling down beside her and taking her hand that held tightly onto the lighter in his. He looked up at her and said, "Let it go; it will hurt you."
Subsequently, he began to explain—
"I have the original photo, so I can reproduce as many copies as needed. The lighter was thrown in a fit of pique, but I didn't intend for it to be discarded entirely. It was more a relocation rather than disposal."
Sebastian believed that Isabella was upset because he had discarded the items she had given him. He lowered his voice, consoling her with soothing words.
A long time ago, Isabella had learned that when Sebastian genuinely cared for someone, his tenderness knew no bounds.
She never expected that person to be her.
Their gazes intertwined, and Isabella distinctly felt the love emanating from Sebastian's eyes. This love wove around her heart like silken threads.
Isabella obediently released her grip, handing the items she held to Sebastian.
Subsequently, she enveloped Sebastian in a tight embrace, resting her head on his broad shoulder, whispering in his ear, "I'm not blaming you; why are you being so silly now? I'm blaming myself..."
A lump formed in Sebastian's throat as he suddenly understood everything.
Lightly patting Isabella's back, he turned his head and kissed her earlobe. "Blame my impulse. Blame my inadequacy in providing you security. Don't blame yourself."
"Are you hungry?" Sebastian changed the subject, "Let's go home."
Feeling a pang in her empty stomach, Isabella's stomach rumbled opportune sounds.
In the now quiet lounge, the sound seemed particularly abrupt.
Isabella stiffened, feeling a twinge of embarrassment, abandoning her guilt-racked thoughts.
She quickly released Sebastian and leaped off the bed. "Let's go. I'm hungry. Let's go back for a meal."
Sebastian rose leisurely, his large palm enveloping Isabella's hand, his fingers interlaced with hers.
Isabella's palm grew warm, her heart racing.
Although they had shared such intimate gestures before, today's sensation was entirely different from the past.
Two hearts intertwined as if connected.
From the office to the elevator, descending the elevator and walking through the company's lobby, Sebastian continued holding Isabella's hand.
As it was the end of the workday, employees bustled back and forth, and Isabella felt countless eyes upon her face and hand.
Her heartbeat quickened, a drumbeat in her ears.
The palms of Isabella's hands grew damp.
However, what did she have to fear? The person beside her was her husband, after all! He belonged to her!
Isabella straightened her back silently, sustaining a composed demeanor under scrutiny.
Outside, the rain had ceased. Nature's cleansing by the heavy rain left the air especially fresh, carrying the scent of grass.
Isabella felt exceptionally wonderful at the moment.
Just as she was about to accompany Sebastian to the garage, she happened to catch sight of Emily clocking out.
"I'll wait here for you. Go start the car," she said.
Sebastian draped his coat over Isabella, "Alright, don't catch a cold."
Isabella stuck out her tongue playfully, a quick smile lighting up her face as she obediently nodded.
Sebastian, consumed by an irresistible urge, could only satisfy his desire by lightly pinching Isabella's cheeks in the midst of a public gathering. With a subtle smirk, he uttered, "Good girl."
Sebastian's actions tickled her heart. Watching a male lead in a drama doing these things might be cloying to her, but right now, she simply wanted Sebastian to dote on her endlessly!
Love was so sweet; she couldn't help but want to be inseparable, moment by moment.
Sadly, she couldn't prioritize love over friendship!
"Hurry on," Isabella urged Sebastian to leave.
Sebastian seemed to see through her thoughts, "You can chat for a maximum of five minutes. Afterward, you have to call me."
Momentarily surprised, Isabella understood that Sebastian had also noticed Emily and knew she intended to speak with her.
Raising her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, nothing escapes your notice. You're too clever."
Watching Sebastian leave, Isabella turned to look behind her.
"Emily." Isabella beckoned to Emily.
Emily, lively in nature, immediately extended her hand and waved from a distance.
After exchanging greetings, Emily took a couple of quick steps and hastened to approach Isabella, scrutinizing her from head to toe with a concerned expression, "Are you... okay?"
Isabella chuckled lightly, even twirling around a bit, "I'm fine, don't worry."
Emily's face lit up with a smile. "By the way, what's going on between you and Mr. Lawrence? I saw you two holding hands just now."
"We've cleared up misunderstandings and are starting anew from this point forward. Past grievances are to be forgotten, and we decided not to dwell on them."
Emily seemed to have anticipated such a result. "Regardless, you are happy, and that's enough. It is a formidable feat to find someone you love deeply in this lifetime. Whatever decisions you make, rest assured that I shall offer my unwavering support unconditionally!"
Isabella coughed lightly, her cheeks tinted slightly. "Emily, You can set a date, and I'll treat you to dinner."
"No, let's put aside the dinner first," Emily, a self-professed food enthusiast, declined. Scanning her surroundings, she hesitated before continuing, "Well, Mr. Lawrence..."
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