Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212 Drunk and Disorderly

When he was just a kid, his mother lost her mind, barely lucid for an hour a day. After that, he was forced down a dark, ruthless path. No one ever taught him how to love a girl, let alone how to care about her feelings.

He thought giving the woman he loved the absolute best of everything was enough. He didn’t know that love also required understanding and emotional connection.

Eleanor scoffed. “I heard Amelia returned every single thing you ever gave

her.”

Sebastian nodded miserably. Then, the little old lady suddenly smirked. “I sent her some gifts. the other day, and she accepted them without a second thought.”

Watching the look on Sebastian’s face get more and more priceless, she twisted the knife. “Haha! She doesn’t want you anymore! Let’s see what you do now!”

Sebastian’s eye twitched. “Grandma, why are you kicking me while I’m down? I’m your actual grandson.”

“Who told you to bully her? If you don’t win her back, don’t call me Grandma. I don’t want a single, lonely loser for a grandson.”

And just like that, Sebastian’s late–night pity party was cut short, and he got kicked out of his own house.

Kicked to the curb with nowhere to go, Sebastian sat in his car chain–smoking. Through the haze of smoke, the corner of his mouth slowly curled up. He started the engine and drove straight to Amelia’s apartment.

Amelia was happily chilling with a face mask on when her neighbor knocked on the door.

“Hey sweetie, couples fight, it happens. But it’s the middle of the night, and your husband is downstairs drunk out of his mind. He looks so pathetic. Just let him in.”

“Husband? What husband?” Amelia gave her a total confused look.

The old lady looked surprised. “That handsome young man downstairs isn’t your husband?”

Amelia immediately sensed bullshit. She peeked over her balcony and saw Sebastian’s black Bentley parked in the most obnoxious spot possible, with a security guard yelling at him to

move.

Amelia’s face instantly darkened. Setting aside how the hell he even found her place, the fact that he was pulling this shameless stunt gave her a massive headache.

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Amelia yanked the curtains shut and turned to the neighbor. “He’s not my husband. He’s a total creep. Don’t let him fool you, Mrs. Higgins.”

The old lady gasped. “Oh my! Do you want me to call the cops for you, dear?”

“No need. Just go back to bed, Mrs. Higgins,”

Call the cops on Sebastian? I’m not crazy. Why would I pull a brain–dead stunt like that?

Half an hour later, the knocking started again. This time it was the security guard from downstairs. “Ms. Bennett, right? Your husband is absolutely hammered. He parked right in front of the gate and blocked several cars. Please, just come down and drag him inside.”

Amelia was annoyed and tried to brush it off. “He’s not my husband. If he’s causing trouble, just kick him out.”

She tried to shut the door, but the guard stuck his arm out, looking completely desperate. Bennett, please, have some mercy. Come see what your idiot husband is doing downstairs!”

“Ms.

Amelia finally caved and followed him down. She saw Sebastian in a crisp white shirt, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Several residents were screaming and cursing at him, but he just stood there like a priceless, arrogant statue, cold and completely silent.

But whenever someone yelled, “What the hell is wrong with you?! Why are you blocking the road in the middle of the night?!”

He would just casually reply, “My wife won’t let me come home.”

“So because your wife locked you out, nobody else gets to go home?! You’re a grown-*ss man, have you got no shame?!”

The guys were absolutely furious, calling him a shameless prick.

But the women who were drooling over his looks completely surrounded him, cooing sympathetically, “Hey handsome, if you don’t have a place to crash tonight, you can stay at my place. My husband’s out of town.”

“Oh, come to mine! I live all alone!”

These middle–aged cougars were practically groping him!

Sebastian just blew out a puff of smoke, his narrow eyes half–closed as he looked in Amelia’s direction. “My wife is here.”

The second Amelia showed up, the thirsty women completely changed their tune, shooting her dirty, jealous looks.

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