Sebastian had heard the awkward tone and seen his stiff body, but still, he said those words without care.
Devin was rendered speechless.
What did that moment looked like?
That moment was just like when a culprit is trying to come up with excuses until someone slapped him with solid evidence of his wrongdoings.
Devin’s face turned from red to pale before turning dark. Devin, who had never been anything else but calm and collected even in the face of the worst terrorists, was panicking.
The changes of the expressions on his face even amused Sebastian.
“Sebastian…”
“It’s fine, really. I know you don’t want to marry her because of what happened between me and your parents. Still, Devin, would you listen to my plea? If you’re really determined, for the sake of our friendship, please don’t give her hope anymore.”
Both fell silent after that, but Sebastian continued staring at him.
Sebastian was not wearing many layers. The weather in the south was much warmer than the weather in Jadeborough, which was a city up north. Yet, as he stood there—as the setting sun made his shadow longer—he looked like a demon. That sent chills down Devin’s spine, and it made him pale as well.
For a moment, he wanted to explain everything to him.
However, when he thought about how his parents had died a tragic death and what his mother’s last words had been, he closed his eyes.
“Okay. I got it,” he squeezed out in a quiet mumble.
Then, he turned and left.
Sebastian watched him leave as his heart sunk, his fingers curling to clench his fists.
“Sebby, why are you standing there? I heard that Devin was here. Where is he? Has he left?”
Right then, Sasha came down the stairs and spotted the scene from the inside of the villa. Almost immediately, she jogged over.
Sebastian finally looked away.
“Yes, he was busy.”
He turned around to look at her. When he saw that she had come out with just a thin scarf, he reached out to pull her into his arms and covered her with the jacket he was wearing.
“Why are you down here? You didn’t even put on your coat.”
“I was in a rush to come out here when I heard that he’s here. Sebby, was he here to look for Sab? Oh, yes. I even heard that Sab came back with him. Are the two of them…”
Sasha popped her head out of his jacket to look up at him.
However, the man did not answer her question.
Instead, he lowered his head to press a hard kiss on her plump lips.
Sasha was taken aback by his action.
“All right. Let’s not try to matchmake them anymore. There’s no good ending for them. If you really have the time, you should be explaining to me why you’ve abruptly gone to the hospital to work again.”
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