Chapter 406 My Feelings for You Are All Genuine
Why was she still crying over Sebastian?
Pathetic.
Fool.
Idiot.
"You don't love me at all. If this is love, then everyone in the world will be loved," Isabella said. "Stop trying to sweet-talk me, I beg you. Don’t say any more sweet words!"
Isabella's words hurt Sebastian.
Every time Isabella paused, Sebastian wanted to argue, but she didn't give him the chance.
It was like cold, sharp bladespiercing his heart.
The howling cold wind hit him in the face, passing through his heart that felt like it had holes in it.
Sebastian was like an obstinate child, stubbornly trying to pry open Isabella's hand.
He focused all his attention on her hand, so he wouldn't have to think about her words.
However, Isabella let go.
Sebastian had no other way to escape.
At that moment, he suddenly realized something.
He could also be an escapist.
Sebastian finally took the phone from Isabella's hand, tossed it onto the center console, and stretched out his long arm to tightly embrace Isabella's trembling body.
He hoarsely said, "Don't deny everything. My feelings for you are real."
Isabella's heart ached so much she could hardly breathe. She closed her eyes, a tear streaming down.
She couldn't say a word.
Isabella swallowed the bitterness and lowered her head. With difficulty, she uttered a hoarse sound.
"Listen, don't cry. Lynda won't affect our lives. This is the last time," Sebastian said, his voice having a faint tremor.
The man who was so commanding at the conference table was now flustered and didn't know how to explain.
"This is my debt to her. Just this once. This one time."
Isabella pushed him away with a smile, staring at him. "You owe her, so you have to sacrifice me?"
"In other words, it's you who owes her, not me. Why should I have to make concessions to fulfill your debt?"
Sebastian's eyes widened.
He was rendered speechless by Isabella's question.
Yes, he wanted to repay a debt to Lynda, but it shouldn't be at the expense of Isabella.
This idea was already completely wrong, and he was even more foolish to hide the truth and deceive her.
This was the crux of the problem.
At that moment, Sebastian felt panic.
The car was extremely quiet, with no sound at all.
The red light had long passed, and the cars behind kept honking.
A traffic police came over, knocking on the window, breaking the dead silence inside the car.
Isabella first came back to her senses. She turned, hurriedly opened the car door, and frantically tried to get out.
She couldn't stay in the same space with Sebastian. His scent lingered in her nostrils, entered her breath, and turned into hands that choked her airway, making it hard to breathe.
Escape.
She just wanted to escape from him.
She couldn't stay with a devil.
"Isabella!" Sebastian squinted his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and tried to grab Isabella's wrist.
However, he only caught her sleeve, and with a tug, the soft fabric slipped from his hand.
Sebastian felt empty as Isabella left.
His heart felt hollow.
Just a few minutes ago, Isabella was still sitting in his passenger seat, smiling.
"Sir, please leave!" The traffic police outside knocked harder on the window.
Not getting a response from Sebastian for a long time, the policeman stuck a ticket on the window and called out to Isabella, who was crossing the street, "Ma'am, please."
Sebastian's car drove off.
His eyes were fixed on Isabella as he quickly found a parking spot and got out of the car.
However, in the blink of an eye, Isabella was gone.
A cold sweat broke out on Sebastian's back, and the autumn wind made him shiver.
He immediately called Isabella, but the mechanical voice of the customer service reminded him that her phone was off.
Sebastian frowned in frustration.
He had forgotten that if Isabella's phone wasn't off, she wouldn't have used his phone.
Damn it.
Sebastian paced in place, his sharp eyes scanning every corner.
Finally, he saw a familiar figure and ran towards it.
"Isabella, come back with me..." Sebastian grabbed the person's arm, but halfway through his sentence, the person turned around.
"Who are you?"
It wasn't Isabella.
"Sorry." Sebastian withdrew his hand, looking dejected.
Then, Sebastian clenched his fist and immediately ordered a search.
The autumn wind messed up Sebastian's hair, and the usually calm and composed man had a trace of anxiety on his face.
"Isabella!" Sebastian shouted.
Passersby on the street looked in his direction.
Sebastian ignored them.
She was pregnant, her body just recovering. Where could she go?
Would she be in danger? Would something happen to her?
Sebastian kept worrying, shouting several more times. Perhaps it was a kind of telepathic connection, but Sebastian felt that Isabella was nearby.
He shouted so loudly that after a few calls, his voice became hoarse and eventually broke.
However, no matter how much he shouted, he couldn't see Isabella's trace or get a response from her.
What responded to him were the fallen yellow leaves at his feet.
They painted a picture of the current sorrow.
In a secluded corner, Isabella stood against the wall.
Four months pregnant with twins, she couldn't bend down.
Facing the cold wall, she pressed her hands against it, creating a small space for herself to cry freely.
Why was heaven so close to hell?
It took Isabella less than a few minutes to fall from heaven to hell.
Isabella couldn't understand.
Logically, such a short amount of time shouldn't cause her too much harm, but this fall made her feel like her body was about to fall apart.
Maybe it wasn't just her body that was falling apart.
Isabella's mouth quivered, and she covered her face with her hands, tears flowing through her fingers, wetting her hands.
She had no home again.
Isabella's mind was filled with Sebastian's extreme pampering over the past few days.
He gently kissed her, hugged her, and flew back from abroad in a hurry just because she said she missed him.
For her, he changed his Facebook nickname to something affectionate, even personally designed a diamond ring to propose to her, trying to make up for everything she lacked.
Moreover, Sebastian had said many warm and loving words.
He made her feel the happiness of being treated like a princess.
They looked forward to the birth of their baby together, and she endlessly shared the little joys of pregnancy, which Sebastian fully embraced.
He seemed so pure and content, making her small joys expand infinitely.
How happy, how perfect, how warm it was.
The sweet memories played one after another, and a rough laugh burst from Isabella's throat.
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