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?”

Ava are

a husband should sit by his wife,” He gives me a harmless smile, and I

in his damn face!

has been purposely sitting with Ava when eating at the Fullers to humiliate

sit with his wife?!

plate on the table with a heavy move. Everyone turns to look

Sebastian.

is to irritate Ava so much that she would murder me. Then

even look up at her. But Ava budges. She

Even looking at the jerk’s face boils

— as in, as far as it is from me — and glancing at

even drink coke unless with buffalo

smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She puts it on my side of the table, “You need to thank Sebastian

it.” ULY E

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

Stole

buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially for me, but when I look over that shred

ice coke on the table protectively as if worried

won’t enjoy