Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Playing the Maid

Amelia sucked in a sharp breath. Her scalp tingled, and honestly, it kinda freaked her out.

“Sebastian, did you take the wrong meds or something?”

She had literally never seen him make a face like that. It was almost… cute?

Sebastian suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his cheek, nuzzling it affectionately. “Amelia, does this mean you forgive me?”

When he leaned in, Amelia caught a strong whiff of alcohol.

“How much did you drink?” Amelia grimaced and tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was surprisingly tight. She couldn’t shake him off.

“I didn’t drink that much… I just… Amelia, can you take me home?”

Is he really drunk enough to start talking nonsense?

Like the saying goes: men fake being drunk just to make you feel sorry for them. Amelia was pretty sure he was acting, so she pulled out her phone to call Ryan.

When Ryan finally answered, he immediately blurted out, “I’m out of town for a meeting. I can’t pick Mr. Sterling up right now. Please take care of him for the night, Ms. Bennett.”

He hung up instantly, like he was running for his life.

“You guys totally planned this, didn’t you? Listen here, playing drunk won’t work on me. There’s no way in hell I’m taking you home!”

She was still pissed. Did he really think she’d fall for this cheap trick?

But Sebastian just leaned into the act, his eyes getting hazier. He actually leaned across the console, hovering right over her.

“Amelia, I’m sorry.”

He affectionately rubbed his cheek against her palm. It tickled, sending a weird flutter through her body that made her swallow hard.

“Are… are you actually drunk?” Amelia asked, testing the waters.

Sebastian tilted his head, blinking at her with a confused, innocent look. “Hmm?”

“How many fingers?” Amelia held up two fingers.

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Sebastian reached out, touched her fingers, and stared blankly. “Three?”

“Then who am I?” Amelia raised an eyebrow.

Sebastian suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping his entire weight onto her, whining like a giant baby. “Wife. You’re my wife.”

“Wrong!” Amelia’s smile turned absolutely devious. “I am your master, and you are my servant.

Got it?”

“Got it, Master…”

“Seeing you like this… I guess taking you home wouldn’t be the worst thing. At least I can get some payback!”

Who knew Sebastian turned into such a clingy mess when he was drunk? Amelia smiled sweetly, but her mind was spinning with wicked ideas on how to torture him.

That’s what he gets for playing me!

“Master, let’s go home.”

Sebastian nuzzled her palm again. The heavy scent of liquor actually made Amelia’s heart skip a beat.

It was pitch black outside and dead silent. Sitting so close in the car, she could practically feel his breath. The mix of strong alcohol and his faint, signature white tea scent wrapped around her, making her head spin a little.

No! I don’t even know if he’s faking it. I need to mess with him properly first.

Amelia pushed him off, flashing a mischievous grin. “Since you’re being such a good boy, I’ll take you home.”

“Okay, home!” Sebastian gave a stiff, awkward smile. Amelia shook her head. The old man really didn’t know how to smile. It looked worse than him crying.

As soon as they got back to her apartment, Amelia kicked off her shoes and sprawled on the couch. “Go to the bathroom, get some hot water, and wash my feet.”

Sebastian tilted his head, looking totally confused.

“I’m your master. You do whatever I say. Now go! Or I’m kicking you out!” Amelia barked fiercely. Sebastian dropped his expensive suit jacket and slowly shuffled toward the bathroom.

Listening to the water running, Amelia was in an amazing mood.

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You wanna play pretend, *sshole? I’ll let you play until you break!

A few minutes later. Sebastian actually walked out carrying a basin of hot water.

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