Chapter 442 Comforting Her Jealous Husband
Marcus's fist tightened, veins popping out, ready to snap back, 'You've done so much shady stuff, why shouldn't I have opinions?'
But before he could get a word out, Heather grabbed his arm.
Marcus glanced down, confused, at Heather.
Heather ignored him, keeping her eyes on Isabella, and said, "Isabella, sorry, but we gotta bounce. Marcus and I have to meet a friend. Rain check?"
She sighed dramatically, "I don't even wanna go with Marcus; he's the worst photographer."
"Sure," Isabella chuckled, "You guys go ahead, we'll catch up later."
Once Marcus and Heather were gone, Isabella's smile vanished.
Her brows knitted together, doubt creeping in.
Was she overthinking it? Isabella couldn't shake the feeling that Marcus and Heather were acting weird.
It felt like Heather brought up stuff not to get answers but to see her reaction, and Sebastian's too.
Marcus's eyes kept darting between her and Sebastian.
Otherwise, Sebastian wouldn't have called it out; he must've been fed up.
Sebastian's grip on her hand tightened, sending a jolt of pain. She shot him a glare.
'He's hurting me!' she thought.
Sebastian hated it when Isabella looked at any guy but him.
Especially when she smiled at them.
She hadn't smiled much lately, but today she kept joking with Marcus!
Even when Sebastian hurt himself, she only forgave him without the old affection.
She rarely smiled in front of him.
To Sebastian, Isabella's smile was his alone.
He could barely stand her smiling at others, but constantly smiling at Marcus? That was pushing it.
Isabella looked at Sebastian, his face still cold and distant, like he was too good for everyone.
If he hadn't hurt her hand, she wouldn't have known he was jealous.
What was there to be jealous about? Isabella didn't get it.
She'd already cleared things up with Marcus, and besides, Marcus had Heather, and they seemed solid.
Isabella felt a mix of helplessness and a bit of happiness.
Sebastian looked like a kid begging for candy.
She'd been keeping her distance, but now she decided to give him something.
She moved her fingers, intertwining them with Sebastian's.
Their fingers locked together.
In that moment, Sebastian realized holding her hand wasn't enough; their hands intertwined was perfect.
Their hands together balanced the warmth.
His hand was warm, hers was cool, merging into a comfy temperature, pleasantly warm.
Sebastian's heart felt like it was soaking in a springtime stream, turning soft.
Sebastian set down his wine glass, stepped up to Isabella, grabbed her hand with one and wrapped his other arm around her waist.
"Mrs. Lawrence, is that all you got to soothe a jealous hubby?" Sebastian's deep, teasing voice whispered in her ear. "Not enough."
She thought, 'This guy switches moods faster than flipping a page; wasn't he just all serious?'
Isabella couldn't help it; she gently pushed him away, her hand on his uninjured side.
"There are so many people here," Isabella muttered, "Let go of me first."
Sebastian looked down, noticing the blush on Isabella's cheeks, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright."
He let go of her waist.
Then, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her earlobe.
Isabella froze.
"That'll barely do," Sebastian said, picking up his wine glass again, the light casting shadows on his face through the deep red liquid.
The sensation on Isabella's ear slowly registered; it was just a light kiss, a gentle touch, yet it made half her face tingle.
Her skin felt hot, the heat seeping in, and Isabella could feel her blood boiling.
The warmth spread, warming her heart a bit more.
"One step at a time," Sebastian locked eyes with her, as if reading her mind, "One day, we'll get back. I'll wait for you."
The wounds from lies and betrayal were deep. Now that they had reconciled, Isabella wanted to go back to the past.
But she had doubts.
The first time, she had been fearless; now, she had lost that courage.
However, she knew she would soon get out of this sadness.
These feelings were so real; she still loved him, deeply and unwaveringly.
Sebastian giving her time was the best thing; she nodded, "Okay."
The hotel's clock chimed crisply.
Five minutes to noon, signaling the engagement was about to start.
The shyness on Isabella's face vanished, replaced by tension, her focus entirely ahead.
Edward began to speak, hyping up the crowd.
Gradually, more people joined in, celebrating, and Isabella got caught up in the excitement.
She awaited Lynda's next move.
She thought, 'Will Lynda feel the same despair I did when I almost died and nearly lost my kids?'
Isabella was eagerly anticipating it.
Sebastian could clearly see how much Isabella wanted revenge.
She bit her lip, her lips turning red. As she released them, her full lips bore several clear bite marks, with blood oozing out.
Isabella's body was too tense, like a fully drawn bow, ready to snap at any moment.
Sebastian's heart ached, more than when he was stabbed.
He raised his hand, gently patting Isabella's back, trying to get her to relax a bit.
But as soon as his hand touched her back, Isabella reflexively pulled away.
Isabella was rejecting Sebastian's touch.
Sebastian's hand hung in the air, a look of disappointment flashing in his eyes. After a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand, pretending nothing had happened.
Isabella was deeply hurt by that look in Sebastian's eyes.
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