She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

125 He Stole My Soul

Scarlett’s POV

He NEVER sits with me. He is always by Ava’s side at the Fullers, and he is always across the table at our

house.

“Sebastian…” Ava mumbles, suddenly dropping her face when she was grinning so widely a second ago when Jack Fuller promised to pay for all the stuff I threw, “I, I want to–” She stands up, her plate in her

hands.

She wants to move over.

“Where else should I sit?” Sebastian sits straight with an arm on the back of my chair. He looks at me and not Ava when he points at the empty chair on his other side: “You know who this chair is for?”

Ava freezes where she is, staring at Sebastian so nervously in anticipation, her fingers on the edge of the plate are turning white.

my eyes. Yeah. Sure. Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting

plate to move, but he grabs my wrist first: “That’s Anna’s seat and you know

Ava

by his wife,” He gives me a harmless smile, and

in his damn face!

The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava

sit with his wife?!

on the table with a heavy move.

Sebastian.

so much that she would murder me. Then he

suddenly grunts. Just a name and he doesn’t even look up at her. But Ava budges. She lowers her head and murmurs:

Even looking at the jerk’s

coke I pushed away, putting it by his left hand — as in, as far as it

even drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do not eat spicy at all, so there can’t

chicken wings with both her hand, coming out of the kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She

it.” ULY E

alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy food at all,

Stole

my heart tickles hearing that he knew

fingers around that single cup of ice coke on the table protectively as if worried I would