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, and

she came to

a crystal glass beside her. "Do you know why

take care of my body and life, which makes

got half of it

side of the couch. He

you

ago, the Lockes invested in

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

that night. I dreamed you were

a surge of spiritual energy

his voice deep and husky as he whispered by her ear, "Madison, who do you think

out to push Sebastian away, but he seized her wrist, pinning

her hands down as he leaned close, questioning her. "Madison, I was furious. Especially when I found out

replied, "That's not

as if Sebastian hadn't

walked out

doing so