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.

Your princess. The apple

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

Ava are

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

in his damn face!

The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when eating

sit with his wife?!

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

Sebastian.

plan is to irritate Ava so much that she would murder me. Then he would be free of

and he doesn’t even look up at her.

my arms and look away. Even looking at the jerk’s

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

I don’t even drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and

kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She puts it on my side of

it.” ULY E

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

Stole

that he knew and made this specially for me, but when I look over

cup of ice coke on the table protectively as if worried I would