The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 132

She put down her book, picked up her phone, and opened her chat with Sebastian. The last message between them was from over twenty days ago when she sent him a picture of Alora, to which he had simply replied with an "Okay."

Ever since she found out about Pierce's affair and decided on a divorce, she hadn't sent Sebastian any more pictures of her daughter, and they hadn't communicated since.

Riley thought for a moment before typing: [The butler dropped off the supplies. Thank you.]

After hitting send, Riley prepared to go back to reading. Since Sebastian was still at the gala, he definitely wouldn't have time to look at his phone, let alone reply.

But the moment she set her phone down, it chimed with a notification.

She picked it up, stunned to see a reply from Sebastian: [Okay.]

He replied so fast. Was he already on his phone handling work?

He had to be.

She had said her thanks, and he had received it. That was that.

Riley put her phone away again and went back to her book. After reading just a few lines, her phone buzzed with another message. She finished the paragraph before picking it up.

The message was from Sebastian.

But he had already unsent it.

Riley was thoroughly confused.

What had the big boss sent?

Why did he unsend it?

Would he send it again?

Riley waited a moment, and when it became clear he wasn't going to send anything else, she typed out a message: [Sebastian, I was reading and didn't catch the message in time. What did you say?]

SSY: [Wrong chat.]

"You forgive me?" A joyful light filled Pierce's eyes. "I knew you still cared about me." Thrilled, he leaned in to kiss her.

Horrified, Riley violently jerked her head away, and his kiss landed on her cheek.

The warm sensation on her cheek made her stomach churn violently. A suffocating wave of nausea crawled up her throat, causing her to dry heave.

Looking worried, Pierce asked, "Riley, is your stomach acting up again?"

Swallowing back the nausea, Riley stared at Pierce with cold, deep, unadulterated disgust. "Get off."

Pierce had never seen Riley look at him like that before. A flicker of shock cut through the drunken haze in his eyes, and his grip unconsciously loosened.

Taking advantage of the opening, Riley wrenched free, shoved Pierce hard, and scrambled out of bed. She practically sprinted into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Turning on the faucet, she aggressively scrubbed the spot on her cheek where he had kissed her.

A knock sounded on the door, followed by Pierce's voice. "Riley, are you okay? Should I call a doctor?"