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.”

eyebrow raised. “Want me to use it on

on his words.

just ask that?”

and just clung to

crossing the foyer, and

right by their feet, that box sat on the

shorted out.

lightning, he turned and bolted down another hall, shoes scraping

pinched Sebastian’s side and

but Elliot was already a

“Told you, no need to

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not everyone needs to see

people staring? She’d rather sink through

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

their room.

soft glow washed over them, throwing

pushed at his chest, her voice all jittery. “That

if someone spots it? Her stomach

it off like it was nothing. ‘Doesn’t

thrown.

his voice, all casual. “Size’s

eyes went

up red again, and she dove for the blanket to

gently, his tone

as much today,”

thought, giving

quirked into a little smile,

that grin and backtracked quick. “But it’s still an injury, you

teasing. “You’re saying