The Love that Never Really Dies novel Chapter 812

She’s right, why am I overreacting? ”Because it looks nasty.”

“It doesn’t. Hold on. I’ll put some sugar in this.” Delighted, Sasha trotted to the kitchen to get some sugar and poured it into the bowl in front of him.

Sebastian was rendered speechless by her action.

“All right, now it’ll taste a whole lot better with sugar added in it. Finish it in one go and you won’t feel a thing.” She was trying to get him to finish the medicine.

Sebastian stared at her darkly. It was just like the time he took her with him right after she came back from Clear. He was paranoid, thinking she might try to poison him every chance she got.

“You’re dead if this still tastes awful.” He said the same thing he did back then.

Sasha smiled gently. “It won’t. Trust me.”

For your sake, I hope so. Finally, Sebastian started drinking the medicine, but he spat it out immediately. “D*mmit! You lied to me again!”

The medicine still tasted as awful as ever. The bitterness overpowered the sugar.

Despite getting yelled at, Sasha was shocked that he said the word ‘again’. Indeed, this was the second time, but the first time she made the medicine was back when his memories were intact.

She started tearing up, but it was tears of joy. Sasha stared at him happily, much to his confusion.

Why is she crying? It’s the truth. It’s nasty. What? I can’t say the truth now? His veins started popping, and his knuckles started turning white from gripping the bowl too tightly.

“I’m—”

Before she could even finish apologizing, Sebastian finished the rest of the medicine in one gulp and slammed the bowl on the cabinet.

Huh? He actually finish that? She thought he wouldn’t finish it this time no matter what.

Sasha was petrified for a while before she went to pick the bowl up. “Mr. Hayes, do you need some water to wash it down?”

Sebastian was already lying back down, his eyes closed. “Scram,” he spat.

Sasha opened her mouth, but she said nothing. Amused by his childish antics, she left like he told her to. Fine. I’ll make myself scarce. But just because you’re a good boy.