Sabrina's tone did not sound as if she was talking to her husband. More like... Like two equally powerful mobsters negotiating a deal, and Sabrina was on the losing end. She sounded as if she knew she was losing but was still trying hard to maintain her composure. Even if she lost, her back would remain ramrod straight.
Sebastian looked at his wife's expression and laughed to himself. 'Interesting.'
"What do you want to talk about?" Sebastian asked.
"I think..." Sabrina sucked in a deep breath and smiled as she spoke, "I think, no matter what we talk about, w e shouldn't discuss it outside, don't you think so? But i f you insist, I don’t mind."
Sabrina:
After a pause, he said, "I was waiting for you, until now. I kept calling you but you wouldn't answer."
Sabrina asked, "Are we going in or not?"
Sebastian slid his arm naturally around her shoulders. Feeling her cold skin, he frowned, took off his suit jacket, and wrapped it around her directly.
Sabrina wanted to struggle, but she merely stirred and did not move anymore. The showdown was coming soon. It was fine; she would allow him these last few
minutes to continue his act.
'Sabrina', she thought to herself. 'You have to remain calm. You can only deal with the situation well if you remain calm.'
However, Sebastian did not allow her to struggle. With one alone, he held her tightly against him, so even if she wanted to struggle, there was nothing she could d o.
Just like that, he hugged Sabrina as they walked into the elevator, headed upstairs, and entered their home.
Without Aino, the spacious flat seemed so empty and silent.
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