Chapter 83 The Wolf Attacks
"This was her first time seeing Sebastian since they breakup.
Joyce thought she'd remain composed, but the moment she saw him, pain hit her hard.
Maya, standing next to her, grumbled, ""Tyler's such a jerk. He said Sebastian never comes to these things, so I brought you.""
Joyce gave a faint smile, ""It's fine. In City B, we'll run into each other eventually.""
""Don't worry, I'll keep you away from him.""
With that, she started to pull Joyce away.
But then Sebastian's cold voice cut through, ""Mrs. Green, leaving because you saw me? Not happy to see me?""
Maya bit her lip, frustrated.
She turned with an awkward smile, trying to stay polite, ""Hello, Mr. Winters. My apologies.""
Sebastian's eyes swept over her and Joyce, devoid of emotion.
He spoke coolly, ""Since you were rude, Mrs. Green, you should have a drink as punishment.""
Maya knew he was doing this on purpose.
She picked up a glass of juice and smiled, ""I need to breastfeed, so no alcohol for me. I'll toast you with this instead.""
Just as she was about to sip, his low, cold voice stopped her.
""Some people don't need to breastfeed. They can drink for you. That would show your sincerity.""
His gaze landed on Joyce.
It was obvious to everyone who he was targeting.
Tyler jumped in, ""If my wife was rude, I should drink for her. Leave Mrs. Blackwood out of it.""
Sebastian's gaze darkened. ""What did you say?""
""I said Joyce's now a lawyer at Mr. Knight's firm. I invited her here for business. For my sake, don't make it hard for her.""
A cold glint flashed in Sebastian's eyes.
He stared at Joyce, who stayed calm.
He thought blocking her job prospects would force her come back to him, but he didn't expect Joyce to switch careers.
She had became a lawyer.
Fine!
Sebastian's smile didn't reach his eyes.
He looked coldly at Joyce. ""Even if Mrs. Blackwood is a lawyer now, Maya is still her senior. Can't I have her drink a glass of wine for her?""
Tyler was about to speak again when Joyce's gentle, indifferent voice cut in.
""Maya was with me, so she neglected you. It's right for me to apologize. Mr. Winters, I'll drink this. Please forgive us.""
She raised her glass to Sebastian and drank it without hesitation.
Sebastian felt a sharp pain watching Joyce so distant.
His fingers turned pale as he gripped his glass.
But he forced a smile.
He nodded to the other CEOs nearby, ""When Mrs. Blackwood was my secretary, she never got drunk. If you make her drink juice, it shows a lack of sincerity in cooperation.""
With those words, the people who had been wary of Joyce immediately stepped forward to drink with her.
After several rounds, Joyce lost track of how much she had drunk.
On her way to the restroom, she accidentally bumped into someone.
She quickly lowered her head and said, ""Sorry.""
Just as she was about to leave, someone grabbed her wrist. With a strong pull, she fell into a broad, muscular chest.
Above her, Sebastian's low, hoarse voice sounded.
""You're willing to drink for him. Joyce, just how much do you like him?""
Sebastian's arms were like clamps, holding Joyce tightly, making it impossible for her to move.
His eyes, filled with anger, stared at Joyce.
Sebastian thought, 'When she was with me, I never let her drink so much. But just now, to help Julian secure his first deal, she drank three glasses in a row. How much does she love him to sacrifice so much?'
Sebastian's intense gaze bore into Joyce, as if it could ignite a fire within her.
Joyce looked up, her face expressionless. ""Didn't Mr. Winters say I don't get drunk? If I didn't drink, wouldn't that contradict your words?""
Joyce's cheeks had a faint blush.
Her moist eyes, tinged with red from the alcohol, looked up at him.
Her pink lips moved, causing Sebastian's Adam's apple to bob with tension.
He chuckled. ""You deserve it. When you betrayed me, you should have known I wouldn't let you off easily.""
Joyce sneered. ""Since you believe I betrayed you, then my body must be dirty. Why is Mr. Winters still holding me?""
""Joyce, don't you think you owe me an explanation for that night?"" Sebastian tightened his grip on her.
""I wanted to explain, but did you give me a chance? Even if I said nothing happened, would you believe me? Sebastian, if you had believed me just once, I wouldn't hate you so much.""
""Joyce's accusation pricked Sebastian's heart more painfully than needles.
His mind replayed images of that night.
He vividly remembered the desire in Joyce's eyes, both her and Julian in damp hotel robes. How could nothing have happened?
He grabbed Joyce's chin, his dark face suddenly close to hers.
His hot breath brushed against Joyce's elegant neck.
With a voice filled with suppressed desire, Sebastian said, ""Joyce, you're being unreasonable. Your mouth needs to be taught a lesson!""
With that, he captured her pink lips, kissing her fiercely.
The kiss was forceful and domineering, giving Joyce no chance to resist.
He was like a starving wolf, greedily devouring his prey.
He had no intention of stopping, no matter how much she struggled.
He bit her lips over and over, his blood boiling.
Sebastian lost control, his hand slipping under Joyce's clothes.
Never had Joyce felt so humiliated.
Seizing the opportunity, she bit down hard on Sebastian's lip.
Soon, the taste of blood filled both their mouths.
Only then did Sebastian slowly release her, his heavy breath brushing against her face.
Joyce pushed him away and slapped him hard.
Her eyes burned with unprecedented hatred. ""Sebastian, if you do this again, I'll sue you for sexual harassment!""
Still unsatisfied, she kicked Sebastian's leg several times before storming off."
