Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 51

Raelynn was caught completely off guard.

Especially since Sebastian looked utterly relaxed, his eyes drifting lazily down her bare shoulders and neck.

Pausing over her cleavage, barely contained by the tightly wrapped bath towel.

She hadn't completely dried off.

The warm overhead lighting caught the moisture clinging to her skin, making her look damp and dangerously inviting in the golden glow.

Her long, slender legs were impossible to ignore.

Combined with her look of stunned surprise and the way her arms defensively crossed over her chest, the whole picture painted an air of vulnerable modesty.

But Raelynn wasn't feeling modest; she was purely shocked and pissed off.

"What are you..."

The demand to know why he was in her room died on her lips.

Sebastian was already striding inside.

His gaze had already snapped away from her.

"When did you follow me here?" His tone was completely neutral, an idle, passing question.

But Raelynn caught the implication instantly. "Follow?"

Did he really think she was stalking him again?

Sebastian settled onto the black leather sofa, tilting his chin up to look at her. "This is my private suite," he reminded her.

A wave of bitterness washed over Raelynn, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Matilda had done it again. Sent her right to Sebastian's doorstep.

Obviously, if she tried to explain that his grandmother had set this up, it would just sound like a guilty excuse.

"I'll change rooms right now, okay?" Raelynn spun around and headed for the sofa to grab her phone.

She planned to call the resort's front desk.

She didn't want Sebastian thinking she was desperate, slapping her with labels like "stalker" or "throwing herself at him."

Even though their divorce wasn't finalized yet, she refused to give him any ammunition to use against her.

Sebastian didn't move.

His gaze settled on her indifferently.

Raelynn was undeniably gorgeous by anyone's standards.

She was striking—all long, toned limbs and smooth, sun-warmed skin that looked as soft as expensive satin. In the heat of their most private hours, he’d watched that same skin bloom with a feverish, frantic flush—a telltale sign of the vulnerability she could never quite hide from him.

She had never dared to parade around in front of him wearing nothing but a towel.

But right now...

Sebastian absentmindedly flipped a metal lighter in his hand, though he didn't light a cigarette.

She was completely composed.

Which meant she was going to walk right out and come face-to-face with Seraphina.

Pissing off both Seraphina and Sebastian at the same time felt like a pretty good deal.

"You're going out dressed like that?" Sebastian's dark, icy gaze locked onto her.

Raelynn stared back calmly. "Are you that terrified your sweet little Seraphina might get the wrong idea about what we were doing?"

After all, she was practically half-naked; it was definitely going to cause a scene.

Sebastian ignored the blatant provocation. He threw one last glance at Raelynn, stood up, and headed for the door, dropping a final sentence: "Don't bother changing rooms. You can stay in this suite."

He didn't even give Raelynn a chance to reply.

He opened the door and stepped out.

Shutting it firmly behind him to block Seraphina from seeing inside.

Raelynn could still hear Seraphina's cheerful laughter floating down the hallway.

The two of them walked away together.

Sebastian really went out of his way to make sure Seraphina's night wasn't ruined.

Raelynn ran a hand through her hair, let out a soft breath, and offered a silent, bitter smile to the closed door.

It was deeply ironic.

When a man was truly in love, he was so remarkably considerate it made her want to give him a standing ovation.