She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 84

084 Sweet Revenge

Scarlett’s POV

Sebastian turns around to glance at me and right when I’m about to make

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the offer, he says to Jack Fuller: “She shouldn’t have used violence, for that apologize, on my wife’s behalf.”

Huh. That’s a first.

“You don’t have the night to apologize on my behalf,” I hide myself we behind Adrian, challenging Jack Fuller, “Your daughter deserved that slap and mare, for furing me to be kidnapped. You two need to apologize to ME, or i WILL sue.”

“Did you see? See what you are protecting?” Jack Fuller points a shaking finger at me.

Sebastian sighs at me, nailing his eyes on Adrian’s arm which I hug as if that could stop me from clinging onto it.

For Sebastian to take my side against people who treat me wrongly was something beyond my wildest dream before. I try to find the sweetness or pleasure i should feel in it, but I fail. I have given too much for it, and I have wanted it for too long. It doesn’t taste as sweet now when I stopped wanting

it

her foot in disbelief, genuine tears rolling down her cheek,

talking about? Her

looking at Ava, Sebastian nods at the huge van staggering its way into the

opens her eyes wide, mumbling at Sebastian

with,” Jack Fuller cuts in, pointing at me, “Just in case. We don’t know if

shallow cut already stopped bleeding forever ago! If they stall any longer, the wound might heal before they could make it to the

her!” I retort back. I’m not going even if with an apology, but it’s

I apologize?!” Ava lashes out at me in tears, “I wasn’t the one who

lured me out and

don’t want to go with her as her blood vessel, not when I need to check up on

saved me, and now I worry about how

feels my peek, and returns a

Damn fox!

pretty sure my turning my interest to other men has been all his birthday wishes in these past few years. He doesn’t have the right to look at me with

that she can

not doing that. If it’s because of my accusation, then it’s not necessary. He

lash out the fume in my chest. I don’t need the guilt of feeling I’m the