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.

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

my wrist first: “That’s Anna’s seat and

Ava

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

in his damn face!

said that to stop Ava from coming over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when eating at the Fullers to humiliate me, is not telling me

sit with his wife?!

plate on the table with a heavy move. Everyone turns to look at

Sebastian.

Sebastian’s new plan is to irritate Ava so much that she would murder

and he doesn’t even look up at her. But Ava

away. Even

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

for an ice coke? Ha! I don’t even drink coke unless with buffalo

both her hand, coming out of the kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She puts it on my side of the table, “You need to thank Sebastian for it. I didn’t even know that you like

it.” ULY E

am alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy

He Stole My

my mouth wide. I can’t deny that somewhere deeply buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially for me, but when

cup of ice coke on