Chapter 43 We are both dirty
Run...
Run, she finally saw something other than tall trees, so she stopped and took a look. And she was dumbfounded.
Is this... a cemetery?
There were tall and low graves, with headstones standing upright, and things left behind from the Tomb-Sweeping Festival that lightly floated in the wind. She felt as if a ghostly figure in white could appear at any moment.
Isabella couldn't hold back any longer and collapsed, sitting on the ground, starting to cry heavily.
What did she do wrong to experience all this? When a girl is in her early twenties, even if life is tough, it should be about being financially troubled, not being troubled by life itself!
When sadness and breakdown arrived together, Isabella didn't know what she was afraid of anymore. She just wanted to properly indulge in her pain, cry it out, and let her tears dry.
"Wuwuwuwu... Once I find out who's playing such a cruel trick on me, I'll definitely throw her into this place too!"
"Can I still make it out alive? Wahhh, Sebastian, Sebastian!"
Isabella screamed at the top of her lungs, "Sebastian, aren't you powerful? Aren't you the most influential person in New York? Did you even realize that I went missing? Did you send someone to find me? Hurry up and save me!"
"Or is it that you knew, but you didn't bother to look for me at all... Without me, you can just find another woman, anyway, you never lack them, there are plenty who want to marry you..."
"But at least, at least we've slept together, we have the title and reality of being husband and wife. You should cherish some old feelings!"
"Sebastian! Sebastian, where are you! Can you hear me! Help, save me!"
Isabella cried and shouted, completely losing her composure.
She had always thought that the night she met Sebastian in the rain was her most embarrassing moment, but now she realized that there was an even more embarrassing situation ahead.
"Sebastian! Sebastian!"
Just then, a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder.
Isabella turned her head to see the hand.
Slender, distinct joints, neatly trimmed nails, is this... is this a human hand or a ghost hand?
Her heart skipped a beat, her throat choked up, unable to make a sound, as if she had just come back from the brink of death.
"I finally found you." Sebastian's voice sounded from above her head. His fingers slightly exerted force as he grabbed her shoulder and lifted her up. "Isabella, were you calling me just now?"
Isabella's heart started pounding again, as if all the blood was flowing again at this moment.
She had a feeling of returning to the human world.
Isabella cried even harder, reaching out to touch Sebastian's cheek. "Is it really you? Is it you, Sebastian? Am I not hallucinating... Did you come? Did you really come?"
He embraced her tightly and said, "Yes, I came. I really came."
Isabella could hardly speak.
She didn't know how she looked right now, but Sebastian could see clearly, yet he didn't show the slightest disgust.
On the contrary, he didn't even pay attention to the dirt and grime. In his eyes, there was only a perfect Isabella, standing alive and well in front of him.
Isabella was covered in dust, mixed with mud and dirt. Her hair was messy, with many dry leaves hidden within, and her face was dirty, with patches of white and black, like a refugee.
Sebastian didn't mind.
As long as she was in front of him, it was the best news.
Isabella leaned against his chest, tears and snot streaming down, easily dirtying his clothes as well. As she cried, she gasped for breath and spoke in a choked voice.
"Let it out, you're starting to hiccup."
"I'm here, it's alright," Sebastian gently patted her back. "Don't cry, don't be scared anymore. Look, you're all grown up, and yet you're hiccuping from crying."
"I...hiccup...I'm...hiccup...scared, and...hiccup...hungry, so...hiccup...that's why I'm hiccuping..."
Sebastian's lips curled slightly. "You're not afraid anymore, I'll take you home."
"And you're still laughing!" Isabella had just managed to stop her tears, but they started flowing again. "You have no idea what I...hiccup...just went through. And yet, you can still laugh."
He raised his hand and wiped away the dirt on her cheek, answering softly, "You're still here, safe and sound. That's worth my happiness."
Isabella pursed her lips, unable to describe the emotions inside her.
It was a narrow escape, returning to safety, fear mixed with relief... or perhaps, it was gratitude.
She simply held onto Sebastian tightly, refusing to let go under any circumstance.
"I really...I really thought I would die here. My life would end here. What should I do now? Thank goodness you came, Sebastian..."
"You see," he said, "when you called my name, I found you. So, next time, if something dangerous happens, remember to do that, understand?"
She sniffed, "Okay."
Sebastian removed the dry leaves and grass from her hair, and took out a tissue to gently wipe her face.
Isabella finally looked somewhat presentable.
She noticed that the white tissue turned black and was momentarily stunned. She touched her face and belatedly said, "I...I'm this dirty."
Saying that, she lowered her head to take a look at herself.
During her escape, she had fallen numerous times, quickly getting back up without hesitation. Her shoes were soaked in mud, no longer usable.
Isabella looked back at Sebastian.
His shirt had also been stained by her, covered in mud marks, but...he seemed unfazed.
Isabella reached out to wipe his shirt, but seeing the black stains on her own palm, she withdrew her hand.
Sebastian was always clean, impeccable, his shoes free of dust, but because of her...he became like this.
"Well," he responded, "but if I wash it at home, this wife can still be kept."
This person, who had always been serious and indifferent, suddenly made such a joke, causing Isabella to laugh uncontrollably.
"You're dirty too," she said, "your shirts are expensive..."
"Clothes can be bought again, but a wife can't be." Sebastian nonchalantly took her hand. "Little kitten."
Isabella looked at the joined hands and felt a sense of security flooding her heart.
He held her hand as they walked out of this maze-like place and returned to the road.
"Mr. Lawrence!" The head security guard saw him and immediately walked over. "Are you alright?"
By the side of the road, around ten cars were parked, all with hazard lights on. One black-suited bodyguard stood straight in front and behind each car.
This lineup...did Sebastian bring so many people just to save her?
What Isabella didn't know was that this was just a small portion of the personnel that had been mobilized. The entire New York City was being turned upside down by Sebastian.
Sebastian shook his head. "I'm fine. Have they found out where the car went?"
"We're still investigating."
"Find the culprit and bring them to me, as soon as possible." Sebastian said, "Quickly."
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence."
Isabella hid behind Sebastian, not daring to face people.
One reason was because she was currently in a sorry state, covered in dirt. The other reason was that she was still in a state of fear.
Sebastian pulled her closer.
The copilot's car door, seeing Isabella not moving, raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
She flinched and replied, "It's nothing."
He didn't say anything, directly lifted her into the car, buckled her seatbelt, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Don't be afraid anymore, we're going home."
Isabella looked at him and lowered her head again.
Back at Willowbrook Estate, Isabella went straight to the bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom, where the sound of rushing water filled the air.
Sebastian went to the cloakroom and fetched a set of pajamas, placing it on the large bed before heading towards the study.
The butler was already waiting in the study. "Mr. Lawrence."
"Have they caught the person?"
"The location has been secured. If everything goes according to plan, we can apprehend them before daybreak."
Sebastian casually glanced at the time. "Good."
"Just... Mr. Lawrence," the butler asked, "are you planning to handle this privately?"
His tone was nonchalant. "First privately, then publicly."
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