The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 393

Sebastian stood behind the door, enveloped in steam.

He wore a white bathrobe with a white towel draped over his head. Droplets of water from his black hair rolled off one by one. Some landed on his bathrobe while others fell from the tips of his hair, trickling down to his neck and disappearing into the slightly open robe. "Come in." He stepped aside, and after a brief hesitation, Madison walked inside.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Sebastian dried his hair while he walked further inside. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I came here to apologize."

Sebastian paused and pulled the towel on his head away. His damp black hair obscured his vision slightly. "Apologize?"

"You were worried about me, so I shouldn't blame you for being angry."

Throughout her life, she had always made her own decisions. Whether it was a big matter or small, she needed to decide for herself. This included her death.

She didn't understand why Sebastian was angry. She was fine and had even captured the Ghost King, Avery. As long as they interrogated Avery, they would find a way to break the divine talismans, which would also benefit Sebastian.

But he was still very upset, and Madison was confused.

worried about her,

came to

glass beside her. "Do

care of my body and

got half

forward, placing his hands on either side of the couch. He towered over her in a possessive

do you

the Lockes

several hundred million. The director sent me the finished costumes to convince

dreamed you were wearing a

Madison felt a surge of spiritual energy coursing through

husky as he whispered by her ear, "Madison, who do you think

Sebastian away, but he seized her wrist, pinning it against the

yet she allowed Sebastian to pin her hands down as he leaned close, questioning her. "Madison, I

replied, "That's not

Sebastian hadn't

out in that white

"It was to deceive Avery. Only by doing so could Logan and the others enter Ghost Town with