Sabrina was lying in Sebastian’s arms and did not move. She passively listened to him as he communicated with the other person on the phone.
"I know. I would arrange a time to bring her to try it o n."
"If there should be any good rubies in the future, keep i t too."
"Her fingers are very thin. I'll bring her to be sized, and we will see."
All the exchanges made on the phone were about" her".
Who could "she" be?
Could it be her, Sabrina?
A thought flashed past, and Sabrina could not help it and laughed at herself. 'You're overthinking.’
The man hung up the phone and put it back on top of the bedside table. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms. The woman’s smooth yet messy hair spread across his chest, which made her palm-size face even smaller to the point that it was almost invisible.
She shut her eyes tightly, and her long and curled eyelashes twitched a little. He could tell that she was not asleep.
However, she seemed so calm.
She was so calm that she seemed like a porcelain doll with no vitals.
No vitality?
Her vitality was more vigorous than anyone else's. She took care of the paralyzed Zayn by herself and raised Aino into the strong and mischievous girl she was throughout the six years of escaping.
After returning to South City, she was still the woman who was calm and indifferent even when granted favors.
She seemed not to wish to fight and resigned herself t o adversity. However, she was incomparably unyielding and stubborn.
If she were a woman who had resigned herself to adversity and prioritized personal gains and losses, she would have been on her knees crying and explaining a hundred times when Sebastian saw her having coffee with Nigel.
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