Rosalie said it resolutely, leaving no room for negotiation.

Christopher nodded. "Alright. Thanks for your trust in me, Rose. I'll give you a clear answer in time to come, I promise."

The two of them were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't notice Sebastian hiding around the corner. Shock and disbelief registered in his eyes as his countenance turned grimmer by the second. His fingers gripped the metal pieces on the decorative wall he was hiding behind, and he tugged them hard.

Blood started seeping from his palm.

Rosalie returned to the hall, but couldn't find Sebastian there. She was about to look for him, when she heard someone behind her.

"Rose."

"Seb," Rosalie said, stepping forward. "Where..."

She was about to ask him where he went, when she noticed that his palm was bleeding.

"Seb, why is your hand injured?" she exclaimed, panicked.

Sebastian's vision suddenly came into focus, and he flashed her a smile. "It was my mistake. I was clumsy, and accidentally broke a vase. I picked up the shards with my bare hands and accidentally cut myself."

wrist. "Seb, come with

him to sit down

his heart. Very soon, however, his brows arched as his face turned cold and dark, like the chilling

first-aid kit in hand. She deftly applied ointment on Sebastian's

sighed inwardly as he stared at the woman

the truth turn

pregnant with someone else's child than for the truth to be

him, he had a reason to ask her

turned out

lost his memory,

else that she would one day divorce

marriage he believed in, and the lover he trusted were all fake. His feelings and emotions were nothing but

е funniest joke in the world. He was a clown and everyone was looking at him like he was a pitiful worm,

his beloved woman was putting

he thought to himself, 'Turns out that you're such a joke. They

wound with utmost care. She released his hand and looked at him to ask, "Seb, how

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