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.

Sure. Your princess. The apple

grabs my wrist

and Ava are shocked

wife,” He gives me

in his damn face!

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

sit with his wife?!

the table with a heavy move.

Sebastian.

to irritate Ava so much that she would murder me. Then

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

Even looking at the jerk’s face boils

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

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

smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She puts it on my side of the table, “You need to thank Sebastian for it.

it.” ULY E

did HE know?! I ONLY eat those when I am alone because Sebastian

Stole My

hearing that he knew

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

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