Chapter 96 Seafood Allergy
"Benjamin and Joyce both stared at Sebastian.
He was casually sipping his coffee, a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were sincere.
Joyce deleted Sebastian's photo with a grin, turning to Benjamin. ""Dad, this judge seems pretty decent. If we hit it off, we'll have plenty to talk about.""
Benjamin nodded, pleased. ""Alright, I'll reach out after dinner. You met him when you were little. He always liked you.""
Then, he turned to Sebastian. ""Sebastian, I get where you're coming from, but you and Joyce have broken up and gotten back together so many times. I don't want to see Joyce get hurt again. Maybe it's best if you both move on.""
""Mr. Blackwood, I..."" Sebastian started, but Benjamin cut him off.
""Let's eat. I made Joyce's favorite dishes.""
Sebastian glanced at the table full of food, feeling a tightness in his chest.
Every dish had seafood in it.
Even the soup was made with seafood.
He was severely allergic to seafood.
Joyce knew this, and when they were together, she never made seafood.
Sebastian looked at Joyce, searching for any emotion on her face.
But she was focused on eating crab, as if he didn't exist.
He felt a pang hit his heart.
The better Joyce used to treat him, the colder she was now.
Unaware, Benjamin placed a crab on Sebastian's plate, smiling. ""Sebastian, this crab is really meaty. Give it a try.""
Sebastian smiled politely. ""Thank you, Mr. Blackwood.""
He slowly put on gloves, took the tools, and carefully extracted the crab meat.
Then, under Benjamin's watchful eyes, he placed it in front of Joyce without hesitation.
Sebastian's voice was unusually tender. ""How can you be so clumsy, not even knowing how to eat a crab?""
Joyce raised an eyebrow, glancing at the neatly arranged crab meat in front of her.
She had to admire Sebastian. Whatever he set his mind to, he did it perfectly.
He never ate crab, but the crab meat he extracted was much neater than hers, almost in large pieces.
Joyce's face remained emotionless as she softly said, ""Thanks, but you should eat it yourself. I prefer doing it myself; it's more satisfying.""
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. ""Are you sure you want me to eat it?""
""Do as you please. If you don't like it, give it to Whiskers.""
Whiskers was a stray kitten Joyce had brought home. It was lying on the floor, looking up at Sebastian, meowing longingly.
Sebastian frowned in frustration.
He risked an allergic reaction to painstakingly extract the crab meat for her, and she didn't eat it, suggesting he give it to that ugly stray cat instead.
He sneered, and popped a piece of crab meat in his mouth under Joyce's gaze.
Then he nodded with satisfaction. ""It's delicious. Mr. Blackwood got great crabs.""
Joyce's fingers tightened, but she swallowed the words she wanted to say.
If he wanted to die, let him die.
After that, Joyce ignored Sebastian and focused on eating.
She only knew Sebastian was allergic to seafood but had never seen him have an allergic reaction.
But when she finished eating and was about to leave, she noticed several red spots on Sebastian's neck.
She couldn't help but call out, ""Sebastian.""
Sebastian was discussing business with Benjamin. Hearing her call, he turned to look at her.
Sebastian's voice was warm and pleasant. ""What's up?""
Joyce pointed to his neck. ""There's something on your neck.""
Benjamin noticed it too and was surprised. ""You have spots on your face too. Sebastian, are you allergic to seafood?""
Sebastian calmly replied, ""Yeah, I'll take some medicine when I get home.""
Benjamin immediately stood up. ""Allergies can be serious. Joyce, take Sebastian to the hospital right away. We can't afford any risks.""
If something happened to Sebastian in their home, their whole family couldn't bear the consequences.
Joyce also felt it was serious. She grabbed her car keys. ""Let's go. I'll take you to the hospital.""
Sebastian looked apologetic but was secretly pleased.
He followed Joyce to the car.
He had just settled in when he heard Joyce's cold, slightly angry voice. ""Sebastian, you know you're allergic to seafood. Why did you eat it? Are you trying to kill yourself?""
Sebastian lazily leaned back in the seat, his tone casual. ""You told me to eat it. What if you got mad if I didn't?""
Joyce gritted her teeth in anger. ""Sebastian, can't we just let each other go and live our own lives?""
""No, I only want you back by my side.""
""Impossible! Stop wasting your time.""
With that, she floored the gas pedal.
At the hospital, she saw that Sebastian's face, neck, and body were covered in red rashes, his breathing also becoming labored.
It was the first time Joyce had seen his allergic reaction, and she didn't expect it to be so severe.
She couldn't help but worry.
After the doctor examined him, he frowned at them. ""With such a severe allergy history, why did you eat it? Do you have a death wish?""
Joyce's voice trembled. ""Doctor, how is he?""
""Severe allergies can cause shock or even death. You need to be very careful in the future. He must avoid seafood. I'll prescribe some medication and give him an IV to help him recover faster.""
""Thank you, doctor.""
Sebastian's breathing was labored, and the rashes on his body began to itch.
He kept scratching.
Joyce immediately held his hand down. ""The doctor said scratching will leave scars. If you don't want scars, don't move.""
Sebastian hadn't touched her hand in a long time. Suddenly being held tightly by Joyce made his heart tremble.
He looked deeply at her. ""Joyce, I feel terrible. Help me, please?""
His voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of vulnerability.
Especially when he called her Joyce, it added a touch of intimacy.
Joyce's heart tightened, and her eyes froze.
Sebastian had called her that before, but only during intimate moments.
He would coax her by her ear, ""Joyce, one more time, please?""
""Be good, Joyce. I'm coming.""
Those intimate words came flooding back with Sebastian's call.
She immediately lowered her eyelashes, hiding all her emotions.
Joyce spoke calmly, ""Hold on a bit longer. The doctor said the IV will make the rashes go away.""
Sebastian looked at her in pain. ""But I'm so itchy. Can you scratch for me?""
""No, scratching will cause skin problems.""
""Then help me with a distraction.""
Joyce looked at his sincere face, puzzled. ""How?""
Before she could finish, Sebastian pulled her into his arms."
