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 shocked

wife,” He gives me a harmless smile, and I almost smash

in his damn face!

coming over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting

sit with his wife?!

puts her plate on the table with a heavy

Sebastian.

so much that she would murder me. Then he would be

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

look away. Even looking

by his left hand — as in, as

don’t even drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do

the kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!”

it.” ULY E

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

Stole My

mouth wide. I can’t deny that somewhere deeply buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially for me, but when I look over that shred of

that single cup of ice coke on the table protectively as if worried I would steal

won’t enjoy