She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 48

048 My Brave Little Treasure

Sebastian’s POV

I don’t know what to make of what happened today.

Olivia has been one of those mean girls since high school, so I wouldn’t trust any of her words. But Ava was never close to her. So I couldn’t imagine how the misunderstanding could happen… IF that’s what it was.

I have never doubted Ava before, no matter what she says. But I don’t feel that sure about it now, not after when she lied about telling Jack of Scar’s message. Not after Gabriel panicked about “always let Ava know if Scar tries to escape home“.

Ava can lie. That’s a concept I wouldn’t accept before.

“Sebastian, what’s wrong?” Ava tilts her head innocently as I take her to this corner, a warm smile in her eyes. The eyes that I have trusted all my life.

I want to trust her. But I no longer see the guilt and fear a moment ago about her ” innocent misunderstanding“.

They disappeared too fast.

“Tell me what happened, Ava,”

I didn’t know that guy. The suits on him cost at least six figures. That’s how I know

about the dress. He wanted to solve it peacefully. So did I. But I know the truth is uglier than what came

being lied to. Not

smile freezes a second, then tears mixed with hurt crawl into her eyes: “What-

like seeing pain in her eyes. I have

Ava,” I try to soften my voice, “You were there, so I want to know

wouldn’t be Granny’s type. I know that. Scar knows that. And so does Ava. She literally said that to Scar’s face. I don’t want

fuss all about putting Grey under the

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made a direct accusation about the dress, that much is clear. Not that I took Ava’s words, but if Olivia Keen heard

that horribly of me?” Ava asks with her voice shivering, staring

can’t handle

the surgery being successful, and I might

I can’t ask the other thing I wanted to- Did Scar invite you here, or

all

ride. I didn’t doubt her. I just thought it was Scar’s way of probing me

was right. If I wanted the truth, I should look into it

joking tone, trying to ease the tension, “Scar tricked you into the woods right outside your

my hand off with a

I

from your hands when you wiped it, but when you saw me, you swallowed your cry in a second and put on a faux brave face, glaring at me like some fierce little animal. And you hit my hand away when I tried to wipe your tears, just like