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.

apple of your

my wrist first: “That’s Anna’s seat

Ava

a husband should sit by his wife,” He gives me a harmless smile,

in his damn face!

he said that to stop Ava from coming over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when eating

sit with his wife?!

heavy move. Everyone

Sebastian.

new plan is to irritate Ava so much that she would murder me. Then he would be free of

Jack Fuller suddenly grunts. Just a name and he doesn’t even look up at her.

look away. Even looking at the jerk’s face

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 beg me

I don’t even drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do

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

it.” ULY E

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

He Stole

somewhere deeply buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially for me, but when I look over that shred

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