This time, Sebastian was completely sober, unlike the times when he was drunk.
After everything ended, he looked at Steph, who was sound asleep in his arms...
He stroked her smooth hair with one hand, and in the darkness, he just looked at her sleeping face.
Stephanie.
From now on... she could only be his.
He wouldn't let her go.
The next morning, Stephanie woke up with a splitting headache.
She sat on the bed, rubbing her head painfully, when suddenly, fragments of memory flashed through her mind.
She jumped out of bed suddenly, landing on the floor... her face was pale, and she covered her head and screamed in near breakdown!
Oh my God!
After getting drunk last night, it seemed like she had done some unbelievable things!
She looked down at the messy scene...
It was obvious.
It was real!
Not a dream!
Oh God...
How could you, an ordinary person, mess around with Sebastian, a man who is high and mighty like a god!
It's okay to fantasize about it in your head, but you actually did it...
With a "slap", Stephanie gave herself a slap on the face!
Ouch... that hurt!
"Stephanie, have you lost your mind?"
Suddenly, Sebastian's voice sounded from the doorway.
"Hmph... you don't care about me anymore?"
"No... Don't worry, Silver Fox... we're even now... I won't bring up the time I saved you anymore."
Even? How could that be?
That's never gonna happen in this lifetime.
But Sebastian still cooperated and said, "You better keep your word, Stephanie!"
"I will..."
Sebastian stood at the door of the room, watching her rolling around on the bed, and smiled.
Then, he looked at his watch and finally left the room.
Only when Stephanie heard his footsteps fade away did she dared to sit up on the bed.
She hugged her quilt tightly and said, "A bunch of jerks! Didn't anyone help me out last night?"
So they just let her continue her mischief, huh?
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