Chapter 10
I bit my lip. “Mr. Handsome, are you angry?”
He sat down and coaxed me. “I’m not angry. I just got back a little late after seeing the guests off. How could I ever be mad at you over that jerk Raymond?”
Thunder roared outside, and I shivered all over.
He laughed. “Afraid of thunder?”
I pounded his chest in annoyance. He grabbed my wrist.
“As long as I’m here, the thunder will strike me first.”
Doesn’t he know people can be electrocuted? So childish.
That night, I was exhausted. I curled up in Sebastian’s arms while he covered my ears with his hands, and I fell fast asleep.
The next day, the butler brought in a letter. Inside were photos of me and Raymond from every birthday. His face had gradually grown from childish to handsome and tough.
Back then, he protected me and treated me well. I didn’t know when it started, but he stopped taking me to important events, feeling I wasn’t up for the task.
Every time I was with him, his friends would mock me. Gradually, he became impatient with me.
The voice recorder was in the envelope. I pressed it gently.
“I know you were forced. You like me so much, it was all my fault. As long as you want, our door will always be open for you. Elea, I’ll always welcome you back.”
I froze for a moment.
With his other hand, Sebastian pulled out the recorder. He lifted me onto his shoulder and tossed me onto the bed.
“I endured the whole night because you were tired yesterday. Now you’re doing this to me?”
Sebastian was angry. His eyes were bloodshot, the whites glaring with fury.
I instinctively said, “I won’t go back.”
He held the photos in his hand, nine in total.
“So, celebrating your birthday with you counts as something worth keeping?”
The past is in the past. But Sebastian could be wicked to the extreme.
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Chapter 10
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He said after each time, he’d let me tear a photo. There were four left. My hands shook so hard I couldn’t rip them; my whole body went weak.
In the end, I fainted completely.
Later, I heard Raymond’s father was furious. Raymond’s reputation in the circle was ruined. Mr. and Mrs. Devlin made him kneel for hours and sent him abroad. There was no news after that.
Later, I learned Sebastian commemorated my dad every year and would run into me. Every year, I cried.
That one year, I was alone. Even when scolded, I didn’t say anything. I just cried and called for my dad.
He watched me for a long time and finally acted at that moment.
He said he liked me very much.
I wasn’t sure what kind of love it was, whether it would last, whether it could last longer than nine birthdays.
But he never abandoned me. When I was at my saddest, he treated me so well. Even the year when I was pregnant.
I worried the child would be dull-minded, like me. He would tell me, “Elea, you weren’t stupid when you were little. Have you forgotten that?”
I only knew there were many certificates at home. Mom said I was smart as a child, but I didn’t remember.
The day I gave birth, the pain was unbearable. He cried loudly outside the delivery room.
Afterwards, he cried like a child, fumbling, looking at me helplessly, as if he were more childish than I.
Without even glancing at the wrinkled child, he simply said, “We’re not having another child.”
At that moment, I knew Sebastian cared about me very much. He was completely different from Raymond.
We would celebrate many, many birthdays together.
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