Broken Engagement His Uncle's Bride (Serena and Trevor) novel Chapter 448

Chapter 448 It Was Her

Sebastian lifted an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to share a class with Sunny?”

Richie shifted uneasily. “I’ve changed my mind! Daddy, if I’m there, nobody will mess with her!”

Serena and Sebastian exchanged a glance, both smiling with quiet satisfaction.

After giving his word and sending Richie off, yet another little one appeared.

Their daughter came charging into the room, her twin braids bouncing wildly.

“Mommy, let Richie stay in my class. I’ll take care of him at school. Girls can easily fool him- I’ll keep him safe!”

Serena was speechless.

Sebastian had no response either.

When both children were finally asleep, Serena nudged the man beside her. “So, where do you think our son inherited that lovestruck personality from?”

Sebastian’s lips twitched slightly, but he held back his reply.

In the end, it didn’t matter where they got their personalities–they were both priceless to him.

At the age of twenty–three, Sebastian returned to take over Levine Group in an official capacity.

In truth, he had already begun managing company affairs at sixteen, and by eighteen, he had boosted quarterly profits by twenty percent.

During his years abroad, he established the company’s overseas branch, balancing his studies while steadily expanding his own business domain.

He operated with relentless efficiency, like a machine that never powered down.

He had no time for unnecessary emotions, nor any real personal interests.

It was as though his sole purpose was to generate wealth.

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At twenty–three, he came back.

He was aware that his father intended to pass him control of the domestic operations.

Arriving a day earlier than planned, he found that Nathan had taken their father to inspect other branches.

With several younger relatives around creating a racket, Sebastian chose to keep his return to himself.

His room on the third floor offered the solitude he preferred.

Just after stepping out of the shower, he caught the faint sound of someone knocking.

His brow lifted slightly. Grabbing a towel to dry himself, he draped it loosely over his shoulders before opening the door.

A girl stood outside, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her head lowered so far she avoided all eye contact.

It’s her.

Standing there was Serena, the eldest daughter of the Steele family.

Sebastian’s gaze remained composed as it drifted to the fair skin at the back of her neck, though his attention subtly faltered.

A few soft strands of loose hair framed her neck, giving her an unexpectedly lively charm.

His heartbeat thudded sharply.

Her small, crimson–tinted earlobes and pale neck were both flushed with a faint pink hue.

Summoning what little courage she had, the girl murmured, “Trevor, I like you.”

A shadow passed through Sebastian’s eyes–she had come for his nephew.

His throat moved as he swallowed, suppressing the strange stir within him. “You’ve got the wrong room. Trevor’s downstairs,” he said calmly.

Confessing to the wrong person–at sixteen, it was nothing short of humiliating.

“Rena, he’s downstairs,” he repeated, softening his tone.

Still, when she suddenly lifted her gaze, he caught the unmistakable fear in her eyes.

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