The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 10

“It doesn't matter. I'll take a walk in the garden.” Sebastian stood up and walked toward the archway leading outside.

Riley couldn't take her eyes off his long, powerfully striding legs.

Wasn't he supposed to be paralyzed?

Wasn't he supposed to be in a wheelchair?

How was he walking perfectly fine?

As her confusion deepened, those long legs suddenly came to a halt.

The man turned and looked straight at her.

Their eyes met across the room.

Riley's pupils trembled. Did he have eyes in the back of his head? Had he caught her staring?

The next second, she snapped her gaze away and stared firmly at the floor.

“I hear you make an excellent cup of tea?”

Was he talking to her?

Whether he was or wasn't, she was going to pretend he wasn't. He hadn't used her name, after all.

“Sebastian, do you want some tea? I'm great at making tea. Let me brew some for you!” Stella Landon practically leaped up, practically glowing as she hurried toward him.

Sebastian's assistant stepped in, raising a hand to stop her, his tone deadpan. “Ms. Landon, Mr. St. John wasn't speaking to you.”

Stella's face flushed bright red. Looking incredibly wronged, she turned to Sebastian. “Sebastian, he's bullying me.”

Sebastian didn't say a word. He turned and walked away.

Stella tried to chase after him, but Arthur snapped, “Sit back down!”

She stamped her foot in frustration but didn't dare disobey, slumping back into her seat.

“Stop crying!” Arthur barked coldly. “You're a grown woman. Crying over every little thing—how embarrassing!”

He then shot a furious glare at Beatrice. “This was all your terrible idea.”

Publicly humiliated, Beatrice's face twisted awkwardly. Needing a punching bag, she instantly turned all her wrath onto Riley. “You're just pregnant! How is that inconvenient? Women get pregnant all the time! Are you made of glass? You can't even brew a pot of tea?”

Riley kept her head down, staying silent.

Seeing Riley's subservient, utterly unresponsive demeanor only fueled Beatrice's rage. “Why are you just sitting there like an idiot? Hurry up and brew tea for Sebastian!”

Stay here and be Beatrice's punching bag, or go brew tea for Sebastian?

Riley only hesitated for a second before making her choice.

Supporting herself on the armrest, she stood up and walked toward the garden.

Sebastian's aura might be terrifying, but at least he didn't talk much. Brewing tea for him would finally give her some peace and quiet.