Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 300

Julian didn't bother replying to the "childish" comment, nor did he bring it up again, let alone ask why Sebastian was helping Elara.

Sebastian found it both surprising and entirely expected.

It was surprising that Julian simply let the matter of his interference drop.

Yet, it made sense that Julian avoided addressing his lingering feelings for Elara.

Perhaps Sebastian’s earlier text had come across as too juvenile, an edgy provocation designed solely to annoy him, which stripped it of any credibility.

Or maybe Julian was genuinely blinded by his obsession with asset division and finalizing his divorce from Elara.

Now that Julian knew Sebastian was in Elara's corner, he might have decided to bypass him entirely and formulate alternative plans.

Or, even simpler, Julian’s entire focus was currently fixated on Vivian, and he wanted zero entanglement with anyone else.

None of that mattered now.

Sebastian had burned the midnight oil, plowing through his workload and powering through a late-night video conference with the overseas branches, managing a meager three hours of sleep.

When his alarm went off, he hauled himself out of bed right on schedule. After showering, he meticulously selected an outfit that highlighted his physique—something effortlessly stylish, steering clear of stiff corporate wear. He even spent time perfecting his hair. Today was all about spending time with Melody. He needed a look that was polished but casual enough to avoid looking like he was trying too hard, which might make Elara uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Sebastian was a master of aesthetics.

During his years studying abroad, he might have had a dedicated team managing his event wardrobes, but his daily styling had always fallen on his own shoulders.

While he often couldn't be bothered to dress up—relying heavily on his natural good looks and athletic build—he was far from clueless when it came to styling himself.

Years of observing bespoke tailoring had rubbed off on him.

Ultimately, Sebastian settled on a pair of thick, relaxed-fit denim jeans, a crisp white shirt layered beneath a light gray sweater, and a deep sapphire overcoat.

The sun was shining and the temperature was mild, so he skipped the scarf, grabbing a simple knit beanie instead. He finished the look with a platinum chain, an understated yet absurdly expensive limited-edition watch, and diamond-studded cufflinks.

The overall aesthetic was quiet luxury—exuding the steady maturity of a successful executive without losing his youthful magnetism.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Sebastian inspected himself from every angle. Once he was completely satisfied, he shoved the discarded clothing pile back into his walk-in closet.

As he walked out, he fired off a text to Elara: "Good morning. Have you eaten yet?"

Elara replied almost instantly: "Still eating. What about you?"

Sebastian: "Not yet, just woke up."

Elara’s maternal instinct immediately kicked in: "Go eat! Stop texting and go grab some breakfast."

Sebastian smiled. "I can't."

"I was so excited about hanging out with Melody today that I barely slept last night."

"It still feels a bit unreal. The first thing I needed to do when I woke up was text you to make sure I wasn't dreaming."

Elara: "Aren't you being a little dramatic?"

"Seriously, go eat. Don't starve yourself."

"By the way, did your chef prepare something good?"

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