Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 375

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.

He was publicly calling her out for the petty sabotage.

Seraphina struggled to keep her facial expression from crumbling.

She burned with resentment. Why was Preston refusing to show her a shred of gentlemanly grace?

Leo and Julian finished their networking and walked over just in time to catch the argument.

Julian cast a quiet look at Raelynn.

Leo stepped forward to intervene. "Mr. Moreno, it's just a seat. Raelynn probably wouldn't even mind swapping."

In Leo's mind, Raelynn had finally realized the cold, hard truth: Sebastian did not belong to her. She ought to have the grace to step aside.

"Furthermore," Leo said, shooting Raelynn a deeply condescending smirk, "you just said yourself that the front row is strictly for VIPs. Does a nobody like Raelynn really belong here? Under what title is she sitting with the elites? Can she really justify that to the crowd?"