Wordlessly, Sebastian looked at the wife he spent six whole years searching for. In her eyes, other than hatred, there was only a sense of calm.
She was always so relentless. Just like seven years ago, she dragged a big snake-skin bag and ran desperately to his and Selene's wedding hall to stop their wedding. Back then, she was firm and resolute, n o longer caring whether she would live or die. And now, she was as firm and resolute as ever. But her goals were on two extreme ends of the scale.
Seven years ago, she wanted to marry him. This time, she was determined to divorce him.
She did not cry, did not flinch, only an unwavering determination and hatred could be seen in her eyes.
This made Sebastian realize she was no longer the same woman that she was six years ago. Even though six years ago and now, six years later, she remained calm and composed, but she was different.
Six years ago, she was a small and tender little thing. Even though she looked calm, she was so pitifully helpless. Because she was so pitifully helpless, because she could not find any warmth in this world, because she did not have the power to resist or fight back, and that was why she had no choice but to remain calm. Back then, as long as she was given a little warmth, just a little, it was enough to thaw her
cold, frozen heart.
But now she was different.
Now, she was bullet-proof, and she did not need anyone's pity. Because she had grown strong enough herself. She was now strong enough that she could say to him calmly, "If you dare take Aino away from m e. I will kill you."
He laughed emotionlessly. "Kill me? Your skills have gotten better?"
Sabrina smiled faintly too. "This is instinct, not skill."
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