Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 890

Chapter 890 Fancy Meeting You Here 

Chelsea muttered, “Thanks "

Sebastian gave a casual nod. “No problem.” 

“Well, I’m heading upstairs.” 

“Hold on a sec.” He reached out slightly, stopping her in her tracks. 

Chelsea really wasn’t in the mood to deal with him any longer than necessary. 

They’d just wrapped up the case, and whatever was between them was over-but Sebastian happened to be one of the few peop who knew she wrote those steamy graphic novels. 

Running into him here was awkward enough, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. 

Sebastian tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Issue 162. That’s not how a kiss works. You should really go out, date someone, get them to show you the ropes-or your readers are gonna bounce.” 

Issue 162… 

He’d read that far? 

He said he wouldn’t look at it. What a hypocrite. 

Seeing her flustered reaction, Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle before turning to walk away. 

Chelsea wished she could just disappear into the floor. 

Of all people, why did it have to be him? 

She glanced down at the snacks in her hand-her appetite was completely gone now. 

Later, as they lined up to greet guests at the hotel entrance, Sebastian ended up standing right beside Chelsea. 

Her cheeks stayed flushed for what felt like forever. 

“Mr. Vale… could you please not mention any of this to anyone?” she whispered finally. 

Sebastian looked down at her, eyebrows slightly raised. “Relax. I value my professional reputation too. Client confidentiality is a given. Besides,” he added dryly, “who goes around telling people they read racy comics? That’s just asking for trouble.” 

Chelsea felt a wave of irritation. 

Everyone always said Sebastian was cold and reserved. Since when was this considered reserved? 

“You okay? You seem off,” Claudia whispered, leaning closer. 

“It’s nothing.” Chelsea forced a smile. 

Nearby, Harold watched them briefly before checking his phone. 

When Claudia didn’t say more, he turned his attention back to the entrance-though Claudia kept scanning the crowd, as if searching for someone. 

Harold’s eyes also occasionally swept the space around them. 

A small sign still stood near the doorway. 

“If you’re still out there, please come find me.” 

But no unfamiliar faces appeared. 

Only after the last guest had entered did Claudia finally tear her gaze away from outside, her expression reluctant. 

Harold took her hand gently. “Let’s go inside.” 

He knew exactly who Claudia was hoping to see. 

Harvey and Katrina knew too, but neither dared to bring it up. 

Claudia didn’t linger. Deep down, she’d already braced herself for this. 

Just as she was about to follow Harold in, a voice called from behind. 

“Claudia.” 

She spun around instantly, hope lighting up her face-only for it to vanish the moment she recognized the speaker. 

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify