The Love that Never Really Dies

Sasha waited with bated breath.

Thankfully, someone returned just as the sun was about to set.

“D-Darling, you’re back.”

Tears of relief and joy welled up in her eyes as she gazed at Sebastian, who had just got out of the car.

She was particularly concerned about him that day.

After all, he was still sick when he was being whisked away to a place where she had no idea what terrible fate would await him.

Thus, in comparison to this, she didn’t care whether they could identify the real murderer who had framed him at this moment.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, the magnificent evening sun beamed down on him, encasing him in a layer of gold. He was still wearing the gray solid knitted round neck casual sweater she had picked out for him that morning. Sebastian turned and walked toward her, his face stone cold under the afterglow of dusk.

She was perplexed when she saw him.

She hadn’t seen him with such an expression in a long time.

It reminded her of the time when he was in Avenport.

“What’s wrong?” He finally came to a halt right in front of her.

He fought the urge to throw his arm over her head, pull her in, and give her a head a rub when he noticed her staring at him blankly like a fool.

Rather than doing so, he questioned her indifferently.

Sasha was taken aback for a time before snapping back to her senses.

made lots of delicious food for you. Would you like to eat now?” she asked as if she was

her for a

then I’ll get them ready

his response, and despite how soft his reply was, she was grateful. She quickly turned around and ran back in with a spring

Sebastian gritted his teeth.

the rest? Why didn’t they come

out the first thing that

indifference. “Grandpa is currently in the hospital. Please send two people

expression changed

Oh God, what happened? Why is he

happened. She wanted to ask him the details, but before she could, Sebastian brushed by

Janice was speechless.

should just hurry and settle Old

that thought in mind, she swiftly

returned with the cooked food she had warmed up to the dining room, where Sebastian

Sebastian was being, Sasha felt a

his head. He had just washed his face, and the beads of water droplets hanging on his brows

suddenly didn’t dare to look at him in the

out a plate of sweet crepes. “Look, it’s sweet crepes that I specifically ordered from your cafeteria. Do you remember?” She was worried that he was

Sebastian frowned.

treating him with this cautious demeanor, tinged with humility

like this. More often than not, she was forthright and did whatever she pleased. Not

deal with her

his

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