Reborn to my engagement night by Baxter Walters

Chapter 212 Do You Have Any Objections.

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“What are you trying to explain?” Sebastian’s voice was taut, his eyes locked intently on Madelyn, a flicker of confusion and something darker passing through them

Madelyn’s voice wavered, tears brimming as she hurried to clarify, her voice thick with emotion, “Sebastian, I swear I’m not planning to clope. It’s just tit my dad is unwell. I need to go back and look after him for a few days–that’s the only reason I was parking. You’ve completely misunderstood the

situation.”

Upon hearing these words, Sebastian visibly flinched, taken aback by her revelation.

So that’s what this was all about….

Meanwhile, the grip of his large hand around her wrist gradually loosened, releasing the pent–up tension.

Madelyn gingerly covered her now visibly red wrist, her expression a mix of pain and relief, an aggrieved smile playing across her lips. Internally, she felt a surge of helplessness wash over her.

She had thought their relationship had grown stronger, more trusting over time. But now, it seemed nothing had truly changed; the apparent closeness they shared was merely superficial, and Sebastian had never truly trusted her.

This thought only deepened her sorrow, a bitter taste rising in her throat. Trying to regain some composure, she bowed her head slightly, continuing to back her small suitcase methodically.

Each piece of clothing she placed inside felt heavier, loaded with the weight of her troubled thoughts. Her movements were automatic, her focus blurred by the redness of her eyes and the stubborn set of her jaw.

From the corner, Sebastian observed her, a growing sense of guilt gnawing at him. After a few moments of heavy silence, he managed to find his voice, albeit hesitantly, Shall I take you home?”

Madelyn’s response was muted, a simple, indifferent hum, her focus remaining on her task.

Soon, her suitcase clicked shut, packed and ready. Sebastian’s gaze dropped to her wrist again, noting the red marks his fingers had left. Regret and self–reproach filled him.

Why did I let my emotions get the better of me?

the strength of his grip and ended up hurting

to bridge the chasm of misunderstanding between them, he asked softly, “Does it hurt?”

admitted flatly, then, perhaps in a moment of wanting to lighten the mood, she added. whimsically, “But a

signs of sincerity. Seeing her expectant look,

he pressed his lips against the reddened skin in

gesture seemed to brighten Madelyn’s spirits instantly, her face lighting up with relieved

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Sebastian personally drove her to the Thorjon

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Madelyn stepped into the familiar living room, announcing cheerfully, Dad,

lounging on an old–fashioned couch, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked

“I’m here to keep you company, Dad I can’t possibly stay away for too long, can I?

warm scene was soon undercut by the snide comments from her stepmother, Regina. “My, my, Madelyn, since when did you become so thoughtful? This doesn’t seem like you at all.”

fuss over Dad. I’m here for him, which is more

Eunice weren’t entirely guilt–free, making them distinctly uneasy about Madelyn‘

bright, defiant smile, “But as the eldest daughter, it’s my duty to look after my dad. And just so

her expression one of bold challenge as she locked eyes with Regina and

visibly strained. She retorted quickly. “Madelyn, as the saying goes, a daughter who’s married becomes a member of another family‘. You’re someone’s wife, isn’t it inappropriate for you to keep returning to your parental home? Besides, our

dismissive as she countered, “Mdm. Zimmer, you seem to

“And even if I were married, why shouldn’t I visit as often as I like? This house, as you well know,

for words, her frustration palpable. She felt utterly powerless, particularly because the house’s ownership had indeed been transferred to Madelyn by the overly doting Derek. Regina and Eunice were, in essence, living under Madelyn’s roof, leaving

it invariably led to a verbal sparring match, much to Derek’s dismay. Feeling overwhelmed by the familial discord, he interjected wearily. “Enough, we’re all family here. What’s most important is that we get along

shift the atmosphere, “Sebastian, we don’t often have the pleasure of your company. Why

agreed with a nod, accepting the invitation graciously.

ask the kitchen to prepare some