She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 52

052 Promise To Ava

Sebastian’s POV

I don’t know what got into Scarlett. I mean, I do know. We wronged her, and she is upset. But how long would it last?! I never knew she could be so hard to talk to. Everything I say she has something sour waiting for me. I thought she wasn’t friendly with Ava, I was sourly mistaken.

She proved that she could be a thousand times meaner to Ava if she wanted to.

And what shocks me the most is, I can’t feel the burning anger that would got me to sign on those papers that I used to feel all the time.

“Ava, please, can you go with Alfred today?” I pull my phone out to call Alfred. I don’t have the energy to deal with the both of them today. I might not like it when we married, but I don’t like being rushed into a decision that I don’t feel like to make either. And Adrian is not helping.

Maybe it’s just men’s ridiculous ego clouding my judgment. But I just don’t want to let him have Scarlett. I hate the idea of him touching her, or any man, to be honest.

I hate to admit it, but I do enjoy sex with Scar.

She tastes different than any woman I have ever had. It wasn’t just “sex” with her, it WAS, making love. Even just, a one–way love. But she loved me, and with that sparkling in her purple eyes, all her soulful gazing, her tamed moans and even her fierce fights taste better.

I miss her.

wish things could go back to before, when I didn’t know how horribly I was treating her, and she would never mention anything

there like a caprious child, glaring at

for it in a minute- Scar is not saying anything anymore, but she is watching, with

sigh, and suddenly she cuts me

ice. I have never seen her like this

052 Promise To Ava

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have married her if Granny hadn’t made me five years ago. But the Granny who had always given the most room to make decisions for myself, objected firmly like never before. And it was also the first time Scar refused to help. Ava when we needed her bone marrow.

now, I

I have grown far from a path to possibly share. I protect her out of habit, but I

the first time Ava mentioned

– if she can ever be cured; she has hinted several times that “there isn’t any more obstacle” between us now. In fact, she made me promise that I would marry her on the day of her

surgery was more than safe. But I did say those words. I thought I was

to deliver. Not even a white lie to comfort a patient going on to the surgery

is now five years away, and I have accepted my fate for