The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Sebastian did not say a word, neither did he withdraw his hand.

Like a lone wolf, he just sat in his wheelchair, staring at those two as if he was a ghost lurking in the dark. His gaze was lifeless and extremely terrifying.

“You let go first,” he finally spoke. A sense of calmness laced his voice.

Sasha lifted her tear-streaked face and looked at him, puzzled.

His grim expression and icy-cold gaze were a complete contrast to the bright sunlight. There was not the slightest emotion on his deadpan face. The rays of the sun beamed down on him, giving the illusion of him wearing a golden coat. The picturesque scene looked so surreal.

What is he planning to do?

Sasha released her grip on him.

“How are you going to save her?”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You just need to leave this place with her once the child comes over. Understand?” Sebastian reminded her sternly.

Biting her lips, Sasha watched him push the wheelchair on his own as he approached the two men in black. “All you want is this life of mine. Why bother making such a big fuss? Leave the child alone, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Hahaha…” Both men burst into laughter at the rooftop.

“It’s good that you know your place, Sebastian. Great! Raise the gun and point it at your head. When I ask you to fire, I’ll return the child to you simultaneously.”

so evil! They actually thought of making it look like Sebastian takes

do as he was told, aiming

at the top

of his mind

gun from his hand. “Sebastian, what are you doing? Are you insane? How

This is my personal matter. It’s none of your business, so

with a strong murderous intent and his face, ferocious.

right, this is my way of saving

was the case, he thought it was not a big deal to trade his life for the child. After all, both mother and daughter had nothing to do with the matter right

she was not going to

with me? You’re a selfish jerk. You’re always like this, making your own decisions for everyone else. How do

like what he was half a year

streamed down the grip

away, Vivian, who was held by the man in black, wailed

through the air,

off tangent, the man who had Vivian in his arms, lifted her

terrified voice yelled

fear, and

“No!”

Thump!