My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 938

"Think, Amanda! Think! Where the hell am I supposed to sleep?!" Amanda muttered to herself, completely forgetting about the guy standing beside her.

"If you want… you can stay at my apartment," Sebastian offered, watching her struggle to find a solution.

"Really? And how exactly do you trust me? You barely know me," she said, a bit wary.

"Well, technically, it’s my fault you’re locked out, so it’s the least I can do," Sebastian admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

"Mmm? Ugh, what do I do?" Amanda groaned, running through her options in her head. "Screw it! Fine, but only because you’re practically responsible for this mess. Where do you live?"

Sebastian was taken aback by her sudden shift in attitude. A second ago, she had looked completely lost—now, she was all fire.

"My place is two blocks from here. We can walk," he said, still a little surprised.

"Alright! But let me make one thing clear, Sebastian Sinclair… If you try anything, I won’t be easy prey. I know how to escape, and I will skin you alive," she warned, her tone dead serious.

"Trust me, I’m not that kind of guy. And I have zero interest in being skinned alive," Sebastian replied, shaking his head.

They walked the short distance to his apartment, and during that time, Sebastian found himself second-guessing his decision. Was this a good idea? Amanda seemed sweet, and her blue eyes were captivating, but beneath that, she was small, fierce, and had an attitude sharper than a blade.

When they arrived, Sebastian opened the door and let her in. The moment Amanda stepped inside, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Whoa! Okay… Your apartment has everything—are you the son of some important guy, or did you win the lottery?" she asked, impressed.

"Neither. Everything here belongs to my sister… I’m just staying here while I study," Sebastian replied, carefully choosing his words.

He didn’t want to come off as arrogant or entitled. It made him uncomfortable to admit that the apartment—and everything in it—was actually his. The wealth he had inherited came from a grandfather he didn’t even want to think about.

"Go ahead, put your stuff wherever you like. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"No, I’m good," Amanda said, plopping onto the couch and stretching out her arms with a satisfied sigh.

Sebastian watched as she sprawled out like a cat, lazily letting out a yawn.

"I swear I must’ve been a cat in a past life. If it were up to me, I’d sleep all day. But, you know, bills don’t pay themselves," she said, closing her eyes.