Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505: Chapter 505 The Smiling Tiger’s Cleanliness Obsession

Diana didn’t know Sebastian Ellington particularly well.

After all, whenever they met, she came to his house to spend time with his nephew. Sebastian usually sat nearby, drinking coffee, reading the news, and occasionally glancing over at the boy.

Apart from matters concerning Damian, they’d never discussed anything else.

Most of the time, they behaved as though the other person wasn’t even there.

Still, after more than two weeks of working in the Ellington household, Diana had formed a fairly clear impression of Sebastian’s personality.

On the surface, he was polite and well-mannered with everyone. When guests visited, he could even chat and laugh with them, appearing perfectly approachable.

But Diana suspected there was another side to him.

He struck her as the sort of man who was exceptionally difficult to get along with once you got past the polished exterior.

In her mind, he was the very definition of a smiling tiger.

Fortunately, she got along well with Damian, and Sebastian had never made unreasonable demands of her.

Diana had no complaints.

A client who didn’t talk your ear off or constantly interfere with your work? That was the kind of person she was happy to earn money from.

"Maria, please bring Miss Sinclair some tea," Sebastian instructed.

Maria approached with a warm smile.

"Miss Sinclair, we have herbal tea, white tea, and coffee. What would you prefer?"

Diana hadn’t slept particularly well the night before. She’d stayed up talking to Rose until three in the morning, and her brain still hadn’t quite caught up with the rest of her.

She gestured casually toward Sebastian’s cup.

"I’ll have whatever he’s having. It smells nice."

Sebastian glanced up at her.

Maria smiled and went to prepare the coffee.

By the time she returned with the cup, another servant was bringing Damian downstairs.

The six-year-old boy had delicate features and an almost doll-like appearance.

The moment he spotted Diana, his expression barely changed, but his eyes seemed to brighten ever so slightly.

Without saying a word, he released the servant’s hand and hurried toward her.

Unfortunately, Maria was walking past with the coffee at that exact moment.

The two collided.

Diana reacted instinctively, catching Damian and pulling him safely into her arms.

The coffee splashed across her shoulder and trickled down her arm.

"Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry! Are you all right?"

Maria looked horrified.

Diana waved away her concern.

"I’m fine. Damian’s fine, too."

"Wipe it off."

Sebastian set down his iPad and held out a neatly folded handkerchief.

Diana glanced at the coffee staining her arm.

"Thanks."

She reached for the handkerchief, but in her haste, her fingers accidentally closed around Sebastian’s hand instead.

Only then did she look up.

Sebastian’s expression hadn’t changed. He remained perfectly composed and made no immediate effort to pull his hand away.

"Sorry!"

"It’s all right."

He offered a faint smile, withdrew his hand, and passed her the handkerchief.

Diana immediately lowered her head and began wiping the coffee from her arm.

"Damian, apologize to Miss Sinclair," Sebastian said, looking down at his nephew.

Damian was only six. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but he hadn’t spoken a word in two years. He pressed his little lips together, his gaze fixed somewhere ahead of him, and remained silent.

Diana didn’t mind.

"It’s okay. Big sister forgives you."

At the words big sister, Sebastian cast her a brief, thoughtful glance.

"My apologies," he said.

Then he turned and walked away.

Diana gently ruffled Damian’s hair before looking down at the stained handkerchief.

After a moment’s consideration, she decided to take it to the restroom and wash it. Leaving it dirty would have been impolite.

She had barely reached the doorway when she heard running water coming from the sink area.

Someone was already inside.

Sebastian.

He was washing his hands.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

He was scrubbing one hand with extraordinary thoroughness.

Head bowed, he carefully washed every inch of it—the very hand Diana had accidentally touched.

He was treating it as though she’d covered it in germs.

Diana stopped dead.

"......"

Did she look that filthy?

It had been an accident! Their hands had touched for barely a second.

Was that really enough to make him feel contaminated?

Perhaps her stare was too obvious, or perhaps she was simply standing there with such an incredulous expression that he couldn’t ignore her.

Whatever the reason, Sebastian noticed her in the mirror.

He didn’t appear the least bit embarrassed.

He simply reached for a paper towel and continued wiping his hand, taking his time as he worked over every inch of his skin.

"Miss Sinclair, please. Go ahead."

He gestured toward the restroom, inviting her to use it.

Diana looked from him to the hand he was still wiping.

Her jaw tightened.

Was he seriously treating her like some kind of walking biohazard?

She forced a polite smile onto her face.

"Mr. Ellington, I take it you won’t be needing that handkerchief anymore?"

Sebastian looked at her.

"I can see you have quite a serious case of germophobia. If you’re not going to use it, you might as well throw it away."

With that, she placed the handkerchief on the counter beside him.

She’d been planning to wash it for him, but she’d changed her mind.

Let him deal with it himself.

Sebastian studied her expression.

She was smiling, and her tone remained perfectly courteous. But it wasn’t difficult to recognize the pointed remark beneath her politeness.

She’d figured him out.

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