Chapter 414 Please Give Me a Break
Sebastian reached out to Isabella again, his voice soft, "Isabella, come on, come here. It's freezing out, and you've been walking forever. Let's go home."
Isabella shook her head, stepping back and glaring at him, "I don't wanna go back. Stop following me."
She kept moving backward, not seeing the rock behind her.
Her heel hit it, making her twist her ankle and stumble.
Isabella gasped, panic flashing across her face.
"Isabella!"
Sebastian's eyes narrowed as he lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the ground. He was both hurt and frustrated, "I get it, you're mad and need to blow off steam. I'm not stopping you. But can you please stop hurting yourself? How many times has this happened? This afternoon at Pine Ridge Gardens, you fainted. Now, you almost twisted your ankle. Please, think about yourself and the babies, okay? What if something happens to you when I'm not around? If I have to go through another moment of not knowing if you're alive or dead, what am I supposed to do?"
Sebastian's temples throbbed, his voice turning hoarse without him realizing it.
His face was etched with pain, pity, and even fear.
Isabella looked at him, and she could actually understand it all.
A person's eyes didn't lie.
The emotions in Sebastian's eyes were genuine, without a trace of falsehood.
He had lied to her about many things, but his feelings were real.
"You're driving me nuts, Sebastian." Isabella's eyes filled with tears. She rubbed her eyes to clear them away.
Taking a deep breath, when she spoke again, her voice was choked with sobs, "You have no right to say that. The moment you let Lynda go, you lost that right. Never say that again, please, I beg you."
Isabella pushed Sebastian, her emotions agitated. "The one who doesn't cherish me and the baby is you, not me. Why am I so emotional? Why can't I calm down? It's all because of you. Sebastian, you're pushing me! You made me like this, and you have no right to criticize me!"
Didn't Isabella know that a happy and peaceful mood is good for the baby? She knew it best!
What was she supposed to do?
Even the most rational person would lose their calm in such a situation.
Sebastian gripped Isabella's shoulders, bending down to force her to meet his gaze.
He spoke each word clearly, "Isabella, you need to know that the one I love is you. Letting Lynda go has nothing to do with my love and care for you. When you're hurt, I hate and fear it just as much as you do. But I had to let Lynda go, and I promise you, there won't be a next time."
Isabella covered her ears tightly.
She trapped herself in her own world, repeatedly saying, "I don't want to hear it. I can't get over this. Let me leave. I want to be alone."
"Alright," Sebastian grabbed Isabella's wrist, pulling her hands away, "You go home, and I'll leave."
"No." Isabella glanced at Sebastian with fear in her eyes. She bit her lip and stepped back again. "I'm afraid of you, afraid of everything related to you. It reminds me of Lynda, the happily engaged Lynda. She messed up but still gets to live like a princess, protected by guys like you."
Sebastian winced at the fear in Isabella's eyes. He took a step forward. "It's not like that."
"Don't even try," Isabella put up her hand to stop him. "Lynda's living the good life. I saw it myself. The happiness you gave her is built on my pain."
Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes empty and hollow.
She bit her lip, her face twisted with pain and struggle.
"Please, Sebastian, I need some space," Isabella's voice was filled with agony, her face pale, her whole body pleading, "I feel so suffocated right now. My mind is filled with thoughts of what you did for Lynda and the fact that you love me. I don't know how you convinced yourself that these two things can coexist. But I, I can't convince myself."
Isabella looked like a lost little deer, her watery eyes filled with confusion and distress.
"Sebastian, the more you show you love me, the more I can't understand how you could let Lynda go, because it's contradictory. My mind is too simple and I can't comprehend it. I want a quiet environment. Can you not stop me?"
Isabella calmed down as she spoke.
She seemed to be simply asking a question, earnestly expressing her confusion, seeking a solution, sincerely waiting for Sebastian to agree to her plan.
Sebastian's heart was already filled with Isabella. Now that she was in pain, how could he be comfortable?
He wanted to hold her in his arms, to kiss away the frown on her brow, but she was now so fragile and resistant, a side of her Sebastian had never seen before. He didn't dare to approach her easily.
Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of panic.
He thought, 'If I don't agree, would Isabella be deeply hurt?'
Her faint brows, her almost unblinking eyelashes, her pale and haggard face...
"Okay," Sebastian said urgently, "As long as you don't mention divorce again, you can go wherever you want. I'll give you space, and I won't come near you."
Sebastian spoke somewhat hastily, his shiny shoes stepping back, voluntarily creating distance between him and Isabella.
As expected, just as Sebastian had anticipated, there was a moment of relaxation in Isabella's eyes.
Sebastian's tense expression also eased.
He clapped his hands and beckoned to Isabella, stepping back while calling her, "Come home with me first to change your shoes, put on a coat, and take your phone and bank card."
"Don't be afraid," Sebastian coaxed, "I won't stop you from going out, but you can't leave like this. If you leave like this, I have to stop you. I'll be worried. If something happens, how will I explain it to Grandma?"
He was so gentle.
Isabella was dazed as she listened to Sebastian's words, with only one thought left in her mind.
Her scarred heart felt momentarily healed by such gentle words.
But the time was short.
Isabella took a step toward Sebastian, then stopped abruptly.
She shook her head and said, "Sebastian, bring my things to me. I won't go inside."
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