127 Lashing Out

Scarlett’s POV

“No, thanks,” Noticing Ava’s stare I add, “I have to go and guard my plunder.”

Jack Fuller left the table when Ava teared up at her prince gulping in sweat. Anna Fuller sat through the dinner with us, mostly out of manner before she left the moment she was allowed to.

But not Ava. She stayed, and apparently, she had words for him, too.

It’s been a long day, and I need to make sure I have a bed to sleep in for the night. I wouldn’t be too surprised if Ava bought Alfred to mess up the room instead of cleaning.

“I’ll walk you to your room then,” He offers jokefully, adding before I could say no, “Or you’d rather talk about our deal here?”

timidly as

decision. I know what his decision would be. Ava knows too. The

Sebastian, and he nails his on me. I leave. Love is a game

is not stopping me

Ava’s room. He cleaned out all her traces. Almost like she has not lived here. To make me feel at home maybe, he even moved

a unicorn on the pick cover — my taste when I was too young to see the distance in my “parents‘

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most precious memory from when I

I take

He followed me up. I know I can upset Ava easily now, when Sebastian suddenly is hell–bent on maintaining our marriage; I know if

it’s just

between us. And I’m not that helpless little

going through the album, Sebastian quickly puts it

to keep a distance from

turn around and look at him: “You think bullying her makes

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