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.

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

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

Ava

by his wife,” He gives me a harmless smile, and I

in his damn face!

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

sit with his wife?!

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

Sebastian.

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

up at her. But Ava budges. She

my arms and look away. Even looking at

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

drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the

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

it.” ULY E

did HE know?! I ONLY eat those when I am alone because Sebastian doesn’t

He Stole

deny that somewhere deeply buried in my heart tickles hearing that he

single cup of ice coke on the table protectively as