Chapter 39
BLAIRE
Alexander insisted on bringing me home despite my persistent refusal to ept his offer. He seems to
be worried that I might lose consciousness again.
As we approached my house, I couldn’t shake the mixed emotions swirling within me. Alexander’s
presence provided a sense offort, yet the looming uncertainties of my fractured marriage cast a
shadow over the moment.
Alexander immediately went out of the car and ran across the other side so he could open the car door
for me. He offered his hand as he held the car door. I smiled as I epted his hand.
“Thank you
for bringing me home, Alexander,” I said, my voice carrying a blend of gratitude and fatigue as we both
stood outside his car.
He offered a reassuring smile. “It’s the least I can do. Take care of yourself, ire. If you need
anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.”
“Thank you,” I repeated, appreciating his genuine concern. I could offer him some refreshment inside,
but I don’t think it’s a good idea, given my current struggle with my marriage.
As he drove away, I stood alone at the doorstep, facing the threshold of my home with a heart heavy
with unanswered questions.
The house was awfully quiet as I stepped inside. They were probably busy with their daily activities.
Despite having enough rest in the hospital, my b*dy was still feeling tired, so I decided to go straight to
my room. I haven’t heard anything from Sebastian. sincest night. My battery diedst night, and I
haven’t had a chance to charge it.
I was startled when I heard that familiar, deep baritone voiceing from the dark. corner of the room.
“I’ve been calling you sincest night,” he said with a cold voice.
My heart ski p ped a beat as Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence. I turned to face him, his figure
emerging from the shadows. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could sense the weight ofText ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.
unspoken words hanging in the air.
“My phone died,” I exined briefly, my voice betraying a mix of exhaustion and frustration. I’ve been
contemting since I got out of the hospital whether I should tell Sebastian about our child or not. Until
now, I haven’t made a decision. I firmly believe that this isn’t the right time for me to tell him.
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Chapter 39
Sebastian’s gaze bore into mine, his expression unreadable. “Where were you? What happened?” he
asked. His cold and distant tone remains.
1 hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. “I needed some time to think,” I vaguely answered. Telling
him about me spending the night at the hospital was a giveaway. I didn’t want to give him any hint of
my condition.
His jaw clenched, and a flicker of something unreadable passed across his eyes. “Did you enjoy
warming his bed?” he asked with a hint of mockery.
“Alex wasn’t the type of man who would do such a thing. I needed some space to breathe and some
time alone.” I.defended him, which he clearly didn’t appreciate.
His eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of deceit. “Time alone with another man? That’s
convenient, ire.”
I winced at the usation, the sharpness of his words cutting through the air. “I don’t think you’re in the
best position to use me of those things, Sebastian. Aren’t you the one who can’t get his hand off my
stepsister?” I answered with the same intensity. I don’t appreciate his line of questioning. He doesn’t
have any right to question me like that when he’s the one who has been spending more time with his
ex than his wife.
Sebastian scoffed with a bitter edge to hisughter. “So, what? You’re doing this to get even? Did you
sleep with him to get back at me?” he shouted. That’s when I noticed the ss of scotch in his hand.
His eyes were a little bitzy. He has probably been drinking for quite a while now for him to act this
way.
I sighed, the exhaustion of the past events weighing heavily on me. “There’s no point in talking to you
when you’re this drunk. Get some sleep. We’ll talk when you’re sober, I told him, dismissing our
argument. I turned my back on him to go to the bathroom to freshen up. I hadn’t been able to take a
few more steps when he suddenly grabbed my arm and pushed me hard on the bed. He quickly
crawled on the bed until he ended up on top of me.
Sebastian’s grip tightened on both of my shoulders as he imprisoned me in between his hands, his
actions fueled by a vtile mix of anger and frustration. His eyes bore into mine with intensity. My hand
is automatically wrapped around my belly to protect my unborn child. The man in front of me is totally
different from the man I used to love. I suddenly found myself fearing for my life and the little one inside
me.
“You don’t get to turn your back on me when I’m not done talking to you,” he demanded, his voice low
and menacing.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Sebastian, please, you’re not in the right state of mind.
Let go of me, and we can talk when you’re sober,” I urged, my words.ced with a plea for reason.
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“Did you enjoy his k*sses? Are you craving his touch?” he whispered in between his gritted teeth. His
eyes were burning in a rage that I hadn’t seen before.
I was about to defend myself from his baseless usation when he suddenly sealed my lips with a
fervent k*ss, silencing whatever exnation I was about to give. The suddenness of the k*ss took me
by surprise, and I struggled against his grip, attempting to break free. The taste of alcohol lingered on
his lips, and the desperation in the k*ss spoke volumes about the chaos within him.
I gathered all my strength to push him away, but he didn’t give me a chance to get away from his grasp.
Instead, he even deepened the k*ss with a mixture of pure passion and LVST.
“I will remove every trace of his touch from your b*dy, leaving only the memories of me behind.”
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