Did it hurt? He did not say anything, continuing to clean her shallow flesh wounds. And now he was helping her get dressed.
With his current actions, he acted as if he was her lover, her simp, returning to his image as a good father and loving husband. Who was he? Which one was the real him?
At that moment, Sabrina was very confused. In her confusion, Sebastian had already got her dressed. After carrying her off the bed, he said to her in his deep and mellow voice, "I know the friction might hurt your feet, so don't wear heels today, so just wear some flats."
She answered mechanically, "Okay."
Then she mechanically walked into the bathroom and washed her face. When she emerged from the bathroom, her tiny face was smooth and clean, without a hint of powder on it. Her hair, on the other hand, was tied up into a bun at the top of her head.
However, her complexion was so pale that Sebastian could not help himself and took another peek at her.
She immediately asked, "Do you have any requests? D o you want me to wear makeup?"
He sighed heavily and said, "Come out for breakfast!"
Aunt Lewis had already prepared for them beforehand; there were a few extra berries in her bowl.
"They're wild berries of the highest quality. Last year, all throughout the year, only around two pounds of these berries were produced. They were all bought by Sir. But Madam, you should only eat five or six of these berries every week because they're too nutritious!” Aunt Lewis smiled at Sabrina gently.
She had just finished preparing breakfast, she did not know what happened in the master bedroom.
A while later, upon seeing Sabrina's lonely and sad expression, Aunt Lewis stopped talking instantly. She was an expert at reading the room. She glanced at Sebastian.
He immediately said, "Aunt Lewis, you don’t have to care for us here anymore. Why don't you head out for some groceries?”
"Alright, Sir." Aunt Lewis held a basket in her hand and quickly strode away.
"Finish the berries!" he ordered.
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