Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 317

Those years of bottling up her feelings–man, they’d been rough, weighing her down. She’d never let it show.

Now, with one sentence, he’d brushed it all away.

He teased her on purpose, his voice warm and playful. “Oh yeah? Down about what?”

He knew exactly what, but he grinned down at her, waiting for her to fidget.

Tears rolled down Stephanie’s cheeks, quick and hot. She gave his waist a sharp twist, not holding back.

“You’re still screwing with me!” she huffed, her voice breaking with a sob.

First acting like he didn’t notice when she played drunk, now pretending he didn’t get her feelings–she felt totally called

out.

“You knew the whole time, didn’t you? Tell me–did you know how I felt all along?” She stared up at him, pushing hard.

He’d known she was into him, and he’d felt the same–she was more sure of it every second.

Sebastian grabbed her flailing little hand mid–attack, his tone soft but stuck. “You were just a kid back then, you know that?”

A teenage girl, all crushy and dreamy–who’d have thought it’d stick around this long?

Stephanie’s face went red. She dropped her eyes, too shy to look at him.

He cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “What, you’re barely grown and now you’re quizzing me about old times?”

She mumbled under her breath, wiggling defiantly in his hold.

Mid–squirm, the box slipped from Sebastian’s hand, hitting the floor with a quiet thud.

Stephanie glanced at it, muttering, “Hello? THAT THING dropped.”

was easy, one eyebrow raised. “Want me to use it

choked on his words.

that?” Her head spun, totally

to reply, and just clung to his waist, hiding in his chest again.

foyer,

right by their feet, that box sat on the floor, screaming without

shorted

and bolted down another hall, shoes scraping in

pinched Sebastian’s side and hissed, “Elliot!”

Elliot was already a ghost, disappearing

you, no need to hide anything.”

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Chapter 317

whispered back, but not everyone needs

staring? She’d rather

one smooth move, he scooped her up into his arms and turned, carrying her

to their

glow washed over them, throwing warm shadows

at his chest, her voice all jittery. “That thing’s

someone spots it? Her stomach twisted into

waved it off like it was nothing. ‘Doesn’t matter–it’s

thrown.

voice, all casual.

went huge.

and she dove for the blanket to

cheeks gently, his tone softening. “Still hurting?”

as much today,” she mumbled.

meds weren’t half bad, she thought, giving him a

into a little smile, catching

saw that grin and backtracked quick. “But it’s still an

eyebrow, teasing. “You’re