Chapter 413 The Slap Mark on Sebastian's Face
When Sebastian pulled away from her lips, Isabella was as furious as a pufferfish about to explode.
She raised her hand high and, without hesitation, slapped Sebastian directly.
The bathroom had only the two of them, and apart from the heavy breathing, there was no other sound.
So the crisp slap sounded particularly abrupt.
After the slap, Isabella looked at the bright red handprint on Sebastian's face and the faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and her breath caught.
She stood there, stunned, with her hand trembling and numb, even her arm felt numb.
She thought, 'How hard was that slap?
'I slapped Sebastian.'
A man of his status and position, who had always been the one to hit others, had never been hit before.
Isabella's height was no match to Sebastian's. She was very angry but hadn't intended to slap his face.
The height at which she raised her hand would, at most, hit Sebastian's neck. It was because Sebastian leaned towards her that she ended up hitting his face.
So Sebastian had deliberately let her hit him!
Isabella's heart suddenly ached.
"Why did you lean in? I didn't mean to hit your face, are you hur..." Realizing what she was about to say, Isabella stomped her foot in frustration and corrected herself, "Are you crazy?"
After cursing, Isabella couldn't take her eyes off Sebastian's face.
The handprint on his face looked glaring.
This slap hurt more than if it had landed on her own face.
Isabella's hand involuntarily touched Sebastian's face.
The area with the finger marks was faintly hot, and she quickly pulled her hand away as if she had been electrocuted.
After pulling away, Isabella leaned in again, but then reluctantly pulled her hand back.
After several rounds of this, Sebastian laughed out loud.
Isabella clenched her hand tightly.
She lowered her head and pressed her lips together, trying to stop herself from caring whether Sebastian was in pain.
Isabella was conflicted now, hating him but unable to hide her love and concern for him.
She thought, 'How pathetic!'
Isabella cursed herself harshly in her mind.
Sebastian's face burned with pain. From childhood to adulthood, not even Byron had slapped his face. Anyone who dared to slap him would have lost his hand.
Who would have thought that today, he would voluntarily offer his face to Isabella's hand?
He thought, 'No one will believe it if I tell them.
'I must be truly crazy.'
He observed Isabella's expression without blinking. Noticing her conflict and concern, Sebastian smirked.
Sebastian knew that Isabella still cared for him and loved him.
This slap wasn't a big deal.
He could get her to forgive him. Once she vented her anger, she would calm down, rely on him again, and come back to him.
"Does it hurt?" a voice asked.
Isabella was stunned. She pressed her lips together, realizing that those words hadn't come from her mouth.
It was Sebastian who had spoken.
She thought, 'Is he asking if I'm in pain? How strange, the one who got slapped was Sebastian, not me.'
After a few seconds, a pair of hands reached out in front of Isabella.
In Isabella's memory, on that rainy night, he had reached out to her just like this.
"Let me see your hand, it must hurt." Above her, Sebastian's voice was low and deep, still as pleasant as ever.
On that rainy night, he was the mighty god who took her out of that cold night.
From that rainy night, she had fallen for him.
Isabella clenched her hand tightly, her head bowed low, not saying a word.
After standing there for a moment, she turned and walked out.
Her steps grew faster, almost as if she were fleeing, desperate to escape Sebastian.
Isabella worried that if she stayed with him any longer, she might forgive him without any limits.
Downstairs, the hall was still thick with Sebastian's presence, his scent filling the air and invading her senses.
"Mrs. Lawrence, you're up. Mr. Lawrence made fish soup for you. I'll get a bowl," Carl said, watching Isabella's retreating figure with confusion. He scratched his head and added, "Another argument, huh?"
As he turned around, Carl saw Sebastian trailing behind.
Carl paused, watching as Isabella walked ahead and Sebastian followed, keeping a few paces back.
Sebastian seemed to deliberately give Isabella space, allowing her to vent her emotions.
It wasn't really an argument in the usual sense. Sebastian wasn't shouting; this time, it seemed Isabella was the only one causing the commotion.
Carl sighed, thinking, 'When it comes to marital issues, there isn't much a bystander can do.
'But considering how Isabella always seems to soften towards Sebastian, it is likely they'll patch things up eventually.'
However, this time Isabella was genuinely determined not to reconcile.
This was a matter of principle. She couldn't just overlook it and act like nothing happened, with her dignity left in tatters.
Knowing Sebastian was behind her, Isabella felt torn in two.
One part of her wanted to run as far away from him as possible, while the other part yearned to turn around and fall into his arms like she used to.
It was a battle between love and reason.
The two conflicting thoughts tugged at her, giving her a headache.
Originally, Isabella had planned to walk around Willowbrook Estate for a while, but now she just wanted to leave.
At least for tonight, she wanted to be alone, to find a hotel and spend some time by herself, thinking about the future.
She couldn't let Sebastian's influence get to her any longer. His concern and tenderness felt like a drug, pulling her into a state of irrationality.
Isabella was on the brink of collapse. She suddenly realized that despite everything Sebastian had done, she still had thoughts of staying with him!
Even the slap he had forced her to give him had mostly extinguished her fiery desire for a divorce.
She thought she had gone mad—truly mad!
Isabella was stunned by her own reaction.
She thought, 'How have I ended up like this?'
Her pace quickened to a near-run.
Noticing her increasing speed, Sebastian realized what she was up to. His brows furrowed deeply as he broke into a determined stride to catch up with her.
He grasped her arm firmly. "Where are you going?"
The familiar warmth on her arm and the tingling sensation that followed made Isabella's skin yearn for more, pulling her toward him.
Isabella jerked her arm away, her eyes wide with shock and distress.
"You don't need to know." She took a step back, increasing the distance between them. "It's none of your business."
Sebastian's gaze hardened as he saw her resolute move away. His throat tightened as he lowered his voice, laced with irritation. "If it's none of my business, then whose business is it? Who does it concern if not me?"
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