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Stupid, wasted years.
Sebastian knew that.
I didn’t blame him for assuming I still had a soft spot left somewhere.
But I didn’t.
“No,” I said.
He looked up again, searching my face like he thought I might be lying.
“I wasn’t upset for him. I was just scared you’d go full psycho and kill the guy. And then you’d go to prison.”His hands stilled.
Then he smiled.
“So you were worried about me?”
“Yes. If you’d actually murdered him, we’d both be in handcuffs, with me as an accessory.”
“I knew what I was doing. He wouldn’t have died.” He stood up.
“So you no longer feel anything for him?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Then you probably won’t feel anything either, if I’ll tell Dominic to make sure Daniel has a rough night in holding?”
He reached for his phone.
I slapped Sebastian’s hand before he could get to his phone.
“Okay, no. Let the cops deal with it. You’ve already gone full Godfather once tonight.”
I wasn’t saying I didn’t want Daniel to suffer.
I did I just wasn’t willing to risk Sebastian catching a charge for it.
When they dragged him off, Daniel already looked half-dead-blood all over his mouth, shirt soaked like something out of a bad crime doc.
“Daniel isn’t worth going to prison for,” I said to Sebastian, in case he got the wrong idea again.
He exhaled heavily.
“Fine. I’ll leave the police to handle it. How’s your wrist?”I rotated my wrist and winced. Damn Daniel and his gym strength.
I didn’t say anything, but Sebastian saw the sweat beading at my temple.
“Right. Hospital. Now.” grumbled, “It’s not that bad. I’ll live. It’s late. Too much trouble to go to the hospital.”
“I’ll drive.” His voice left zero room for debate.
I still didn’t move, and he added, “What, you waiting for me to carry you?”That did it.
I sprang up like my arse was on fire.
“Nope. I’ve got legs. Watch me use them.”He walked ahead, paused like he was thinking about taking my hand, then didn’t.
Downstairs, he slid behind the wheel and drove us to a private hospital minutes away.
I figured he probably played poker with the owner or something, because the second we pulled up, there were nurses and a doctor already waiting outside, clearly expecting us.
The X-ray showed no broken bones, just a nasty soft tissue injury.
Translation: it hurt like hell, but I wouldn’t be needing a titanium wrist anytime soon.
While the doctor dabbed a minty-smelling ointment onto my wrist, Sebastian stood behind me.
I couldn’t see his face, but judging by the way the doctor was sweating through his white lab coat like the air con didn’t exist, Sebastian was probably looking murdery again.
He pulled out his phone and started walking away.
“Excuse me.”Are you calling your assistant?” I craned my neck to look at him.
He paused at the doorway.
“Why’d you ask?”
“If you’re calling to arrange for Daniel to… you know.” I glanced at the doctor.
“Are you telling me not to do it?” His voice hardened.
“No, I’m telling you,.. be discreet. Make sure you don’t get caught.”
He might have smiled.
“Got it.”Once the doctor finished, we didn’t hang around.
Just a quick wrap-up and we were back in the car.
I could feel the tension rolling off Sebastian like heat from a busted aliator.
After a few blocks, he snapped out of it.
Glanced over at me like he’d only just remembered I was there.
“Daniel isn’t going to let this go,” he said.
“He’s not gonna handle your marriage that well. You can’t stay at Oakwood”I stilled a yawn.
“What? He’s not a serial killer. He got arrested. He back off.”Sebastian drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. You read the news? People kill their exes all the time now. What if he’s got some undiagnosed psycho streak? You wait until he sets your flat on fire or slashes your tyres, and then what?”
I shivered.
The images of Daniel slapping me in his penthouse over Catherine’snug, of him dragging me down the hallway earlier tonight, slammed right back into my brain.
Maybe Sebastian had a point.
“It’s just… I literally just moved in. Paid three months upfront, can’t get my deposit back. And finding another place is going to be a total nightmare.”
We stopped at a red light.
Sebastian turned to me, face smooth, voice dipped in just enough honey to raise suspicions.
“You could move in with me.”I blinked.
“Move in with you?”I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or just temporarily lost his mind.
This was a contract marriage.
No feelings, no funny business, and definitely no playing house.
The plan was to stay out of each other’s way until the divorce.
“That’s… probably not a great idea,” I said slowly, trying to tell him it was a stupid, stupid idea without using the actual words.
He caught the look I shot him and let out a dry laugh.
“Relax. I’m not trying anything. It’s just safer. And I’m not exactly emotionally invested in this relationship, so there’s zero chance I’ll suddenly fall for you or whatever.”Charming.
But honestly, the more indifferent he sounded, the more reassured I felt.
A man too cold to flirt was a man who wouldn’t try to get into my bed.
Plus, wasn’t he still saving himself for his precious lost love?
Living with him might just be glorified flat-sharing.
I was still hesitating when he added, “Besides, living together helps with my situation. With my grandfather, you know.”Right. How’s he doing?”Green light.
He turned back to the road.
“Much better. I showed him the marriage certificate, Worked like magic. He actually got out of bed that day.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“I told him you wanted to meet him. Grandpa said yes. He’s feeling so much better now, he even wants to check out of the sanatorium and come home. If he sees me living there alone, wifeless…”
“Ah, I get it. Alright, I’ll move in.” Then I added, only half-joking, tope you don’t snore.”He smiled.
“I don’t.”
“Wait. I’m slammed at work this week. There’s a project deadline I can’t miss. I’ll move in after that, once the dust settles, cool?”He nodded.
“That’s fine.”As we pulled up outside Oakwood Apartments, he spoke again.
“My grandfather’s turning eighty soon. There’s going to be a big party. The entire Laurent family has to be there. You’ll come with me.”I nodded.
“Sure. I’ll go with you. They know I’m your, um, wife, right?”
“Right.” He glanced at me, smirking.
“But I didn’t tell them about our… arrangement. As far as they know, we’re madly in love. Might have to act the part.”
“Got it. I can act.”Daniel was chained to a chair.
Hands cuffed. Ankles shackled. Designer shirt wrinkled beyond salvation.
The cops had rattled off a laundry list of charges: “Theft. Breaking and entering. Trespassing, Assault. Disturbing the peace. Kidnapping.”Daniel screeched.
“You’ve got it all wrong! That’s my fianc?e! We just had a little lovers” spat, that’s all!”One of the officers didn’t even look up from his notes.
“You stole a passcard to Oakwood Apartments. Broke into her flat. Dragged her out against her will. That’s not a spat, Mr Granger. That’s criminal trespass. And according to our records, she’s not your fianc?e. You two broke off the engagement. You’re strangers.
Daniel opened his mouth, closed it, then blinked. Hard.