The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 375

She hadn't sent him any pictures of Pierce.

It took Riley a second to realize that she had sent him the massive group photo. Out of dozens of people in the shot, Sebastian had managed to spot Pierce almost instantly. His eyesight was terrifyingly sharp.

But she had never intended to hide it anyway. She honestly explained everything Pierce had done for the orphanage.

"I could have done all of that too."

His cold, low voice came through the speaker.

Through the phone, Riley could practically smell the vinegar of his jealousy. She couldn't help but laugh. "I know you could have. And you would have done it even better than him."

Sebastian went quiet on the other end, silently accepting her praise.

It did make him feel a little better.

"Are you still working?" Riley asked softly.

"Yes."

"You haven't fully recovered yet. Don't stay up too late."

"I won't. Are you staying at a hotel or with your friend?"

"I'm at Quinn's place."

"When are you coming back to Statenbury tomorrow? I'll have someone pick you up."

"I want to sleep in tomorrow morning, so I'll head back in the afternoon. You don't need to send anyone; I can make my own way back."

"Text me when you get home."

"Okay."

Quinn walked out of the bathroom freshly showered. Seeing Riley sitting on the bed on the phone, casually tracing circles on the bedsheets with a massive, beaming smile on her face, she looked exactly like a girl hopelessly in love.

Waiting until Riley hung up, Quinn finally spoke up. "Was that Mr. St. John?"

Riley nodded. "Yeah."

"Your smile is practically touching your ears. It's just a phone call. Are you really that happy?" Quinn teased.

Riley's face flushed. "I am not."

"Go look in the mirror. You look utterly love-struck."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Riley lunged off the bed to tickle Quinn. "You're the one who's love-struck!"

The two of them wrestled around the room before collapsing onto the bed side by side, panting from exhaustion.

Once Quinn caught her breath, she turned to look at Riley. "How far have you two gone?"

Riley played dumb. "What do you mean, 'how far'?"

Quinn raised her hands like claws, pretending she was going to attack again. "Spill it, or face my wrath!"

Riley frantically rolled over to dodge her. "Stop messing around! We're not kids!"

But of course, that was a story for later.

That night, Riley had a dream. In the dream, she was giving an injured Sebastian a sponge bath. As she wiped him down, he woke up, grabbed her hand, and asked, 'What are you doing?'

She panicked entirely. 'You have a fever. I'm giving you a sponge bath to cool you down.'

'That's too slow. I have a much faster method. Do you want to learn it?'

She blinked in confusion. 'What method?'

Sebastian's large hand gripped her waist. Before she could even react, he spun them around and pinned her to the bed. 'You...'

She only managed one word before his lips completely devoured hers.

She struggled for a second, but remembering his injuries, she instantly went still, only resting her hands gently against his chest in weak protest.

He grabbed her hands, pinning them to the mattress. His long, elegant fingers slipped through hers, locking their hands together as his powerful body slowly pressed down onto hers...

The dream was blistering and endlessly passionate.

The next morning, Riley woke up with her face as red as a ripe apple. Quinn was nowhere to be seen, likely having already left for work. Thank God she had left, or else she would have teased her relentlessly for looking like this.

It was all Quinn's fault. Talking all that nonsense before bed had given her a wet dream.

She let out a hot breath and rolled over, intending to go back to sleep, when her phone suddenly started ringing.

She grabbed it from the nightstand. It was Ross Vance. Why was this brat suddenly calling her?