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.

princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting

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

and Ava are

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

in his damn face!

been purposely sitting with Ava when eating at the Fullers to humiliate me,

sit with his wife?!

a heavy move. Everyone turns

Sebastian.

that she

doesn’t even look up at her. But Ava budges. She lowers her head

away. Even looking at the jerk’s face boils

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

buffalo wings,

of steamy chicken wings with 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

it.” ULY E

those when I am alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy food

Stole My

open 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 I look over that shred

his long fingers around that single cup of ice coke on the table protectively as if worried I would