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.

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

move, but he grabs my wrist

me and Ava are shocked

sit by his wife,” He gives me

in his damn face!

he said that to stop Ava from coming over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when

sit with his wife?!

plate on the table with a heavy

Sebastian.

Ava so much that she

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

fold my arms and look away. Even looking at

over for the coke I pushed away, putting it by his left hand — as in, as far as it is from me —

don’t even drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do not eat

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

it.” ULY E

I ONLY eat those when I am alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy food at all,

Stole My

heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially

ice coke on the table protectively as