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.

eyes. Yeah. Sure. Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I

grabs my wrist

and Ava

his wife,” He gives me a harmless smile,

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?!

the table with a heavy

Sebastian.

to irritate Ava so much that she would murder me. Then he would be free of me without

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

away. Even looking at the jerk’s face boils

want it?” Sebastian reaches over for the coke I pushed away, putting it by his left hand — as in, as far as it is from me — and glancing at me, “I will forgive you when you come to

with buffalo

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

it.” ULY E

when I am alone because

He 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 of gratitude

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