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.

The apple of your eye. Like I

grabs my wrist first: “That’s

Ava are

a husband should sit by his wife,” He gives me a harmless smile, and I almost smash

in his damn face!

over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when eating

sit with his wife?!

plate on the table with a heavy

Sebastian.

so much that she would murder me. Then

a name and he doesn’t even look up at her. But Ava budges. She lowers her head and murmurs: “I’m

arms and look away. Even

hand — as in, as far as it is from me — and glancing at me, “I will forgive

drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the

your favorite, Scar!” She puts it on my side of the

it.” ULY E

did HE know?! I ONLY eat those when I am alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy food at all, just like his

He Stole

I can’t deny that somewhere deeply buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially for me, but when I look over that shred of gratitude turns into

around that single cup of ice coke on the table protectively as if