Shadows Between Us (Stella and Sebastian) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Stella pressed her lips against Sebastian’s cool, delicate lips.

His breath was cold as snow, and she watched Adam’s apple move as he swallowed hard, blood mingling in his throat, unexpectedly pulling her in even closer.

Stella’s heart skipped a beat.

She blinked and held her breath.

A delicious shiver ran down her spine, the thunder sending tingles all the way to her tailbone.

Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The plain plant rustled as it shook desperately, releasing a sweet, mysterious scent. Its emerald leaves blushed into a soft, girlish pink.

Stella sat in silence for a while, lost in thought.

Her gaze traced his face, starting from his brows, sliding down his nose, and finally landing on those thin lips, still tinged with blood.

Serpentina always said there were some men whose lips were just made for kissing.

Just one kiss from them, and one would never forget it for the rest of their life.

Stella froze for a moment and then looked away.

But barely two seconds passed before her gaze was drawn back to him.

She couldn’t help but stare.

‘What was that feeling just now?’ Stella mused to herself. ‘Sebastian’s lips were kind of cold and soft.

‘And honestly… Almost like he was just asking to be kissed.’

Especially right now, with Sebastian sprawled out on the black bed, his pajamas all messy, looking so pale and weak as he slept, he seemed completely at her mercy, like no matter what she did, he couldn’t fight back.

Stella paused.

She then stood up, grabbed a basin of water from the bathroom, and gently began to wipe the blood from Sebastian’s face.

‘He must be in a lot of pain, Stella thought, feeling bad for him.

His body was drenched in cold sweat, drying only to be soaked through again.

Stella frowned as she pressed her fingers to Sebastian’s wrist. The poison in his body was complex years of accumulated toxins, multiple kinds, each both counteracting and feeding off others. If the balance broke, it would rebound fiercely, pushing him to his death.

That was exactly why she’d chosen to suppress it in the first place.

Still pale and frail in his sleep, Sebastian suddenly let out a low, raspy whisper that somehow tugged at the heartstrings, “Stella…”

Stella lifted her gaze. He hadn’t woken up-just murmuring unconsciously.

She answered softly, “Mm.”

Sebastian whispered, “Hurts…” His eyes opened slowly, unfocused and dazed. Compared to his usual cold, brooding self, he looked so fragile, and even the bruised shadows under his eyes had a lonely, shattered look.

Stella remained silent.

‘My sugar daddy, so fragile that he can’t even fend for himself, Stella mused.

Then, a hoarse voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t go.”

“Mm?” Stella replied, a little puzzled. ‘Where am I supposed to go?’ she wondered.

But his voice faded, barely a whisper, like he was lost in a dream. Stella leaned in close, ear near Sebastian’s lips, straining to hear every word.

His long lashes fluttered softly.

But in the end, she couldn’t make out a thing.

She couldn’t catch what he was saying.

Sebastian kept murmuring in his sleep, lost in his own dream.

Stella found her gaze drifting back to his lips.

She couldn’t help but stare.

Whatever he was dreaming about, Sebastian pressed his lips together, tight and tense. Stella reached out, her fingers brushing softly over them, feeling the damp warmth of his lips against her skin. Her eyes darkened with longing.

In the next instant, Stella bent down and pressed her lips to his.

His murmurs cut off instantly.

Big Ben, sensing something was off, powered up automatically. But the moment it saw what was happening, its system totally crashed, blushing pink all over, completely out of control.

Stella froze, caught in the act by the smart robot.

‘Oops… Stella thought, embarrassed. ‘I accidentally bit him. That should be okay… Right?’

She glanced at Sebastian’s lower lip. There was now a tiny bite mark.

A soft blush of red colored it.

Stella felt a little sheepish.

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Stella looked up, got up like nothing happened, and strolled over to Big Ben, smiling. “Hey, what did you just see?”

Big Ben replied, “Stella kissed Sebastian…” It paused, then added, “And you even bit his lip!”

Stella was speechless.

She reached out and tapped Big Ben’s chip compartment. “Big Ben, you’re seeing things.”

Sebastian was silent for a moment.

In the mirror, the tiny cut on Sebastian’s thin lips was impossible to miss.

The first thing Stella saw when she woke up was this scene.

Stella paused.

She glanced over at Big Ben, who was putting its chip back in the corner, then just greeted Sebastian like nothing happened, “Morning.”

Sebastian looked at her. “What’s this on my lip?”

Stella kept her cool. “You must’ve bumped it yourself last night.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

‘I bumped it?’ Sebastian thought, not buying it for a second.

Stella hopped out of bed, tossing the covers aside. “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask the plant yourself?”

Suddenly called out, the plain plant froze, totally speechless.

Stella gave it a cold stare, and the plain plant, tears almost in its eyes, started shaking like crazy, leaves rustling everywhere.

Sebastian was about to say something, but the moment his eyes landed on her, his gaze flickered with surprise.

Sebastian froze.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Stella.

Her blood-stained pajamas from last night were gone, replaced by an oversized black men’s shirt-the hem hung down to mid-thigh.

Her legs were slim, straight, and almost glowing.

“Couldn’t be bothered to go back and change, so I just grabbed one of your shirts from the closet. You don’t mind, do you?” Stella drawled, lazily running her fingers through her hair. The oversized collar slipped down, exposing one smooth shoulder.

Sebastian was at a loss for words.

A soft plop sounded.

Snowball’s mirror slipped right out of its mouth and landed on the carpet.

Sebastian turned his head, giving Snowball a cold, deadpan look, and while he was at it, he reached out and pulled the blanket up a bit more.

Half an hour later, Allan was snapped awake by a god-awful stench that was so horrific, it made his skin crawl.

It was so bad that he seriously wondered if there were two dead rats rotting under his bed.

“Help! What the hell is that?” he muttered.

He shot out of bed in a flash, barreled down the stairs, chasing that awful smell straight to the kitchen. He barely got a word out before his voice died in his throat. He was completely stunned by who he saw standing there.