She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

125 He Stole My Soul

Scarlett’s POV

He NEVER sits with me. He is always by Ava’s side at the Fullers, and he is always across the table at our

house.

“Sebastian…” Ava mumbles, suddenly dropping her face when she was grinning so widely a second ago when Jack Fuller promised to pay for all the stuff I threw, “I, I want to–” She stands up, her plate in her

hands.

She wants to move over.

“Where else should I sit?” Sebastian sits straight with an arm on the back of my chair. He looks at me and not Ava when he points at the empty chair on his other side: “You know who this chair is for?”

Ava freezes where she is, staring at Sebastian so nervously in anticipation, her fingers on the edge of the plate are turning white.

I roll my eyes. Yeah. Sure. Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting beside you.

I grab my plate to move, but he grabs my wrist first: “That’s Anna’s seat and you know why?”

and Ava

a husband should sit by his wife,” He gives me a

in his damn face!

seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when

sit with his wife?!

with a heavy move.

Sebastian.

think Sebastian’s new plan is to irritate Ava so much that she would murder me. Then he would be free

suddenly grunts. Just a name and he doesn’t even look up at her. But Ava budges. She lowers

fold my arms and look away. Even looking

Sebastian reaches over for the coke I pushed away, putting it by his left hand — as in, as far as

with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do not eat spicy at all, so there

bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She puts it on my side of the table, “You need to thank Sebastian for it. I didn’t

it.” ULY E

when I am alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy food at all,

He Stole My

heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially for me, but when

ice coke on the table protectively as

I don’t need it. I won’t