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

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

me and Ava

He gives me a harmless smile,

in his damn face!

stop Ava from coming over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when

sit with his wife?!

a heavy move. Everyone turns to look at her. Everyone

Sebastian.

is to irritate Ava so much that she

doesn’t even look up at her. But

fold my arms and look away. Even looking at the jerk’s face

don’t want it?” Sebastian reaches over for the coke I pushed away, putting it by his left hand — as in, as far

unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do not eat spicy at all, so there

chicken wings with both her hand, coming out of the kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!”

it.” ULY E

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

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

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