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

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

and Ava are

sit by his wife,” He gives

in his damn face!

been purposely sitting with Ava when eating at the Fullers to humiliate me, is not

sit with his wife?!

table with a heavy

Sebastian.

new plan is to irritate Ava so much that she

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

away. Even looking at the

away, putting it by his left hand — as in, as far as it is from me — and glancing

ice coke? Ha! I don’t even drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do not eat

kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She

it.” ULY E

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

Stole

open my mouth wide. I can’t deny that somewhere deeply buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this

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