Right after he entered the house, he felt warm light enveloping him, as well as the alluring smell of food in the air. Even though the size of the apartment was only a little smaller than sixty square meters, it was very comforting.
What the heck? This dump is actually quite cozy.
He strode into the apartment and sauntered over to the worn-out sofa.
“Daddy, do you want some water? I can pour some for you,” Matteo offered sensibly. As soon as he reached home, he immediately thought of pouring a drink for his daddy.
Sebastian accepted his offer, of course.
At that moment, he took a seat on the sofa. As he waited for his son to get water for him, he took the time to examine this rundown apartment that was not even big enough for his bedroom.
He came too late last night. There was no time to check out the place.
When he woke up in the morning, it had been chaotic, and he missed the chance again.
While the man sank into his thoughts, Sasha had already gone into the kitchen. She heard from her son that the three of them had not had their dinner yet, so of course she had to get them something to eat.
But when she looked into the refrigerator, she found herself running short for ideas.
“You… haven’t eaten either?”
She stepped out of the kitchen, cast a glance at the man on the sofa, and asked him hesitantly.
Sebastian happened to be drinking water at that time. He turned when he heard her, and his gaze naturally fell on her person.
How unsightly!
She was wearing loose and baggy loungewear, with a large, long-eared hoodie at the back. Her shoulder-length short hair was not even combed properly. She simply tied it up with a polka-dotted hairband, revealing a plain-looking face without a bit of makeup on.
Doesn’t she know how to keep up appearances? Has she forgotten that she’s the daughter of a noble family? What happened to basic grooming?
Sebastian frowned.
Strangely though, he did not find it out of place.
On the contrary, when he saw her appearing before his eyes, his mind drew up a peculiar image. He came home very late one night and, when she suddenly opened the door for him, he saw bright, orange light shining at him from within.
At that moment, he felt a sense of déjà vu.
Sebastian arched his brows, “What do you think?”
“Didn’t you go out for dinner? How is it that none of you has eaten at all?”
“Something else came up. What’s wrong? There’s nothing left in the fridge?”
“No, it’s not that…”
Sasha quickly denied.
Of course she would not have run out of food. This was her house. She kept it well-stocked. She just wanted to confirm whether he really wanted to stay for dinner.
And it seemed like she had gotten a definite answer.
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