Chapter 95 Sebastian Showed Me Your Photo
Lynda's smile froze for a moment before she laughed again, saying, "So it is her. No wonder she’s behaved the way she just has... But, Sebastian, I believe she knows about us, right?"
Sebastian didn't answer the question, only releasing her. "Let me have someone take you to where you'll be staying."
"...Sebastian, can't I stay at Willowbrook Estate?"
“That is not appropriate for now."
Lynda bit her lip but didn't say anything, only nodding. "Alright."
"Forget it," he reconsidered and said, "I'll take you there. I don't trust anyone else."
Sebastian let go of her, picked up his coat and car keys, and walked outside.
Lynda followed.
However, they didn't anticipate that as they exited the office side by side, Isabella stood nearby with her back turned.
She turned as she heard their footsteps.
The image of their previous embrace, now followed by their side-by-side stroll, reminded Isabella of everything she didn't want to face, happening bit by bit.
That "she" had returned.
Sebastian looked at her all this time with that calm gaze, as if it were only natural.
Naturally having the woman he loved.
Naturally kissing other women in the office.
Naturally appearing with a woman in front of her, without a shred of guilt.
It was because he was so utterly certain that Isabella had panicked and turned to flee.
It shouldn't have been her who fled.
The gaze of the two locked, but neither spoke nor diverted their eyes first.
Lynda broke the oppressive silence.
She looked at the tall man beside her and asked, "Sebastian, should I go and greet her?"
"No. No need to," Sebastian quickly gave his answer. "Let's go."
He reached his hand out and grasped Lynda's wrist, pulling her towards him, wanting to take her away.
Isabella chuckled softly, saying, "Since we've already met, we should still get acquainted, right, Sebastian?"
Her current appearance was completely different from just now.
Sebastian didn't stop walking, and Lynda could only follow along. However, her curious gaze remained fixed on Isabella.
She knew Isabella was Mrs. Lawrence, but she didn't know why Sebastian had chosen this woman to be Mrs. Lawrence.
He had once told her that he had to marry this Mrs. Lawrence in order to marry her.
Lynda wanted to get to know Isabella...just a little.
But she wouldn't defy Sebastian too much, so she could only follow him obediently, thinking...there would be plenty of time in the future to get to know this Mrs...
But a surprising thing happened to Lynda.
Isabella hurriedly walked over and blocked Sebastian directly in front of him, saying, "Where are you going to in such a hurry? Don't you even have a few minutes to spare for a conversation?"
Sebastian lowered his gaze and looked at her.
Isabella had witnessed what happened in the office just now, yet she still intercepted him.
What did she want to do?
"Let's talk about it later," Sebastian said. "Go back to your work."
"I'm not busy right now."
"Isabella," he said, "I told you to go back to the office."
"I just want to have a few words with this young lady. Why are you so nervous?" Isabella asked with a smile. "I think she should be very keen to meet me as well."
Lynda stood behind Sebastian, like a protected delicate flower, shielded from wind and rain by him.
But... the person who used to hide behind Sebastian like this was Isabella herself.
"Hello," Isabella maintained her smile. "I'm Isabella Lawrence. As for who I am... I think Sebastian must have told you."
"I'm Lynda. Hello, Mrs. Lawrence."
Somehow, the words "Mrs. Lawrence" spoken by Lynda sounded like a great irony to Isabella's ears.
She almost couldn't keep her face straight... that hypocritical smile.
"Miss Lynda. This is... our first meeting, right?"
Lynda tilted her head, thought for a moment, and replied, "Sebastian showed me your photo some time ago. "
Since she had seen the photo and knew her, how did Lynda manage to remain so composed after being caught kissing him!?
Isabella was starting to doubt whether her sense of reality was about to collapse.
She was Sebastian's wife, after all.
Perhaps... in Sebastian and Lynda's eyes, they were true love, destined for each other, and Isabella was the third party.
It's truly surprising and complicated!
"Is that so?" Isabella said. "Well, unfortunately, I have never heard of a certain Miss Lynda, let alone seen her photo."
The woman truly protected by Sebastian was Lynda!
Lynda responded, "It's okay. I will be living in New York from now on. If you're willing, we can meet privately..."
"No, we can't," Sebastian interrupted her. "Lynda, did you hear me?"
Lynda looked up at him, pouted slightly, as if being coquettish and blameful at the same time, asking, "Why?"
"Why? Because you and her are not suitable to meet."
"But..."
"There are no 'buts'."
Lynda nodded and obediently stopped questioning, but her expression seemed slightly disappointed.
Nodding, "Okay, I'll listen to you," Lynda complied. Seeing her obediently following Sebastian's words, like a well-behaved doll, evoked a sense of pity and ignited a man's protective instincts.
And then she looked at herself...
Isabella asked, "Why is it not suitable for me to meet with Miss Lynda? I don't quite understand." Sebastian's gaze turned slightly sharp as he looked at her.
Clearly, Isabella was asking for trouble. Nobody could force him to answer such questions!
"Oh, by the way, I must remind you of something," Isabella's gaze shifted to the couple’s intertwined hands, that of Sebastian and Lynda, "This is the company, and you are my husband. Walking hand in hand with another woman, behaving intimately... it might not create a good impression."
Sebastian's grip on her hand loosened slightly, as if Isabella's words had influenced him. But soon enough, he tightened his grip again, even more forcefully.
"Who would dare say anything?" he retorted. "Let them see, what does it matter?"
"You may not care, but Sebastian, you should think about me as well. How will I hold my head up and face others in the future?"
If Sebastian left the Lawarence Group with Lynda boldly and conspicuously. What was Isabella considered then? Fearful that eventually, she would become the abandoned principal wife, dwelling in an empty house and the gossip of New York.
"Who do you need to face?"
There are many, the Wallace’s, Emily, the Lawrence’s... But Isabella didn't say it out loud. Because she knew that Sebastian, just like her, was well aware of these people.
Yet he didn't care, he didn't regard her feelings at all. So why bother reminding him?
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