Sabrina and Nigel both looked up simultaneously and saw Sebastian with a stern expression.
"Sebas...tian,” Nigel was afraid of Sebastian.
Six years ago, he was afraid of him when he was a rich playboy. He was still afraid of Sebastian even at this moment. It was the kind of fear that had been ingrained in the bones.
Sebastian did not look at Nigel.
He only looked at Sabrina.
Sabrina was calm and expressionless.
Was it not two people hanging out at a cafe?
What was wrong with that?
If he had wanted to blame her, even if she did not leave the house, he would have an excuse to do it.
There was a saying that if a person wanted to charge another, they would always be able to find a way for it!
The man's gaze warmed up and asked caringly, "Did your stomach not hurt anymore?"
Sabrina was stunned.
"Yesterday, at the old residence, what did you say about yourself?" asked Sebastian.
Sabrina's face instantly flushed red.
She had already forgotten about the lie yesterday. How could he still remember it?
That was not right!
Last night, they had already...
He was acting on purpose now!
The man boldly sat next to Sabrina and wrapped an arm around her. First, he reached out and touched Sabrina's glass, then he frowned.
"Nigel, this was your fault!” Sebastian said with a plain expression.
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