Chapter 462 Always Finding Fault with Me, Are You Never Wrong?
She got yanked into the hall of Willowbrook Estate.
Sebastian's strides were so big, and Isabella could barely keep up, almost tripping over her own feet as she tried to run in tiny steps.
And she was in slippers, making her run all wobbly.
Carl came up all cheerful to greet them, but seeing the scene, he quickly wiped the smile off his face and didn't dare get close. The other servants at Willowbrook Estate were even more scared to come near.
Seeing no other option, Carl said, "Mr. Lawrence, ma'am is pregnant."
"Get lost."
Sebastian dragged Isabella upstairs. Soon, the quiet Willowbrook Estate echoed with the sound of a door slamming shut.
The door slammed, and Isabella shuddered, trembling.
Isabella had been married to Sebastian long enough to know exactly what he was planning next.
"Sebastian, let go of me!" Isabella's slippers had somehow fallen off, and she was barefoot, digging her heels into the floor, leaning back, refusing to move forward.
"I told you, there's nothing between Samuel and me! I admit I said it on purpose earlier, why don't you believe me!" She pleaded, her face pale, shouting loudly, her face flushed red, "I'm pregnant, I'm not that desperate for sex!"
"You think I believe that?" Sebastian turned around, expressionless. "The bathrobes, affectionate nicknames. Isabella, are you stupid, or am I?"
Sebastian had never been this angry, nor had his heart ever hurt this much.
That intimate nickname was like a needle stabbing into his heart!
He was consumed by insane jealousy and possessiveness, losing all reason.
His hand, hot like a branding iron, gripped Isabella's neck, dragging her to the bathroom.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, he immediately and mercilessly tore off Isabella's bathrobe.
Outside, the sunlight was just right, penetrating the glass and illuminating everything in the bathroom clearly.
Isabella had nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, left only in her undergarments.
In an instant, she broke down and cried.
The sunlight on her skin burned, making her whole body ache.
Isabella's body trembled uncontrollably. She thought this was humiliating enough. The next second, Sebastian told her it was far from enough!
Sebastian dragged her under the shower, letting the water continuously wash over her.
Sebastian's actions told her she was too dirty and needed to be cleaned.
Isabella closed her eyes, as if she were back in yesterday's heavy rain, or perhaps a few months ago, on that rainy night.
"Sebastian!" Isabella gripped Sebastian's arm tightly, looking up with clear eyes full of hatred. "What gives you the right to treat me like this? To assume I won't forgive you, that I messed around with Samuel, and that I slept with other men?"
"I didn't know Samuel was helping me, and I didn't mess around with him. Wearing the same bathrobe was just a coincidence!" Isabella's throat felt like it was on fire, making it extremely painful to speak.
But Isabella didn't lower her volume; in fact, she spoke even louder than before, "Why do you always find fault with me? Haven't you done anything wrong?"
The water above Isabella's head kept flowing, some of it into her eyes, mixing with her tears, some into her mouth, blending with the bitterness inside. Her hair clung to her face, making her look like a total mess.
Sebastian wasn't doing much better; his clothes were drenched, and the water made his wounds sting like crazy.
The worst was the cut on his forehead.
His face went pale without him even noticing.
"Yeah," Sebastian said coldly, staring at Isabella, "I messed up. I shouldn't have let Lynda go. But, wasn't everything I did enough? Did I have any other choice?"
He had hurt himself, punished Lynda—did he really have to throw her in jail or kill her?
Sebastian was exhausted and lost; he didn't know what else to do.
He murmured, "You said you forgave me, you smiled at me, you told me to wait for you, and you said we would go back to how things were."
Isabella curved her lips and laughed.
She thought, 'What I said to Sebastian is entirely different; haven't I made it clear enough?
'Haven't I guided him to think about that rainy night?
'But he is still stuck on Lynda.
'Or does he think that the cruel things he had done were so insignificant that he has already forgotten them?'
"What are you laughing at?" Sebastian's Adam's apple moved up and down, his face tense, gripping Isabella's chin, "Stop laughing!"
Isabella laughed even more brightly, "Why do you care what I'm laughing at? I want to laugh!"
She thought, 'Laugh at what? Laugh at how I fell in love with a liar!
'He had deceived me all this time, and even though I've guided him step by step, he still wouldn't confess.
'Or perhaps, Sebastian doesn't think he had done anything wrong at all?'
Isabella laughed until tears streamed down her face.
"Isabella!" Sebastian raised his hand high, his slender hand suspended in the air.
Isabella's smile didn't fade. Her eyes, washed by the water, were bright and clear. She stood on tiptoe, moving closer to Sebastian, offering her left cheek.
Then, she slapped her own face twice, "Come on, hit here, you've done this before."
Sebastian's hand trembled uncontrollably, his chest heaving, looking down with red eyes at Isabella.
His face was taut, his features more defined, looking terrifying.
Isabella was actually afraid.
Sebastian seemed to engulf her.
But at this moment, Isabella couldn't back down.
She thought that why someone who did nothing wrong should be afraid.
Her smile didn't waver, her eyes curved, staring straight at Sebastian, not dodging, "Mr. Lawrence, don't waste time, okay?"
Sebastian tasted a bit of blood in his throat.
He closed his eyes, swallowed, and gulped down all the bitterness.
After a long standoff, Sebastian suddenly opened his arms and hugged Isabella tightly.
"What are you doing!" Isabella struggled.
Sebastian held her tightly, just holding her, without any other action.
At first, he didn't speak.
After a while, Sebastian's voice echoed in Isabella's ear, as if he had made a huge decision, saying with difficulty, "I'll hand over all the evidence, not interfere with the justice system, and let them handle Lynda as they see fit.
"As for you and Samuel, I'll pretend nothing happened, I won't deal with Samuel.
"Let's go back to how things were, stop fighting, stop arguing."
Sebastian never knew he could back down to this extent for a woman.
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