Back in the ER, Raelynn had practically lived in flats. She avoided high heels like the plague unless absolutely necessary, meaning she had never quite mastered the art of walking in them.
At the same time, she caught his underlying meaning.
He was saying that this—the two of them in this position—was not fitting.
Sebastian would never just shove her off; he maintained his manners even when he was being an absolute bastard.
He was a cold-hearted man wrapped in the pristine veneer of a gentleman.
Whether in private or in public, he weaponized his courtesy. He easily created the illusion that someone was special to him, when in reality, it was just thoughtless chivalry.
Sebastian was reminding her that sitting on his lap was crossing a line.
She was upsetting his precious girlfriend.
Raelynn's lips twisted into a faint smirk. She tore her wrist free from the large hand that had just saved her from falling. "True, none of this fits. But an accident is just an accident."
She braced a hand on the edge of the table and stood up.
Seraphina glared at her, her voice frigid. "You really need to be more careful."
Raelynn could hear the raw emotion dripping from those words. It was the possessiveness of a woman guarding her territory.
She was lecturing Raelynn for daring to 'touch' her man.
"Compared to you casually throwing away my name card to steal a seat, I suppose I was a little clumsy," Raelynn fired back, her tone sharp.
Seraphina's scowl deepened.
Preston walked over, completely oblivious to the physical collision that had just occurred.
But he immediately spotted Raelynn's name card tossed haphazardly into the back row. He knew Raelynn had not moved it herself. No one threw their own placard away like discarded trash, leaving it skewed and lonely on a random table.


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The readers' comments on the novel: Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding
This author is not letting her FL win. haha Such a rage bait! But I keep on reading anyway! Urgh!...