The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

After firmly putting down his teacup, Jonathan remarked, “Alright then. In one week’s time, I’ll return with some soldiers to personally put him through military training.”

With that, Jonathan got up and left.

Sasha was stumped

Military training? What sort of military training?

Staring blankly, Sasha had no idea what Jonathan was talking about.

After Jonathan had left, Sebastian came over and saw the steaming tea on the table. Unable to control his rage, he reached out his hand and swept them aside.

Crash!

Suddenly, everything fell onto the floor in a thunderous crash.

Dumbfounded, Sasha stared at the mess for a long while before regaining her senses.

“Mr. Hayes, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? How dare you ask me that? I should be asking you that question? Are you pleading mercy for me? Are you worried that he will kill me? That’s why you’re serving him as if you’re a slave?”

Sitting in his wheelchair, Sebastian unleashed his scathing tirade just like a beast gone berserk.

Sasha gaped.

prevent their conflict from escalating.

“No, Mr. Hayes. That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to prevent both of you from quarreling. All I

by his sword than see you grovel like a dog in front of

his insulting words had struck a

Sasha’s face turned ashen.

After all that I have done, is it just

up within her. “Why don’t you care about your life at all? Is it necessary to take death so lightly

business,

mine? I’m your doctor and responsible for saving you. If a patient’s life is threatened in front of

back while glaring at him with

painful for her to see him react that

does he have to even behave this way? Can it be that he isn’t aware of the many

was her own. Back then, she had given up her own

what to do. But Sebastian Hayes, has it occurred to you that by not appreciating your own life, you are

in tears as she held on to her arm that

lost her composure after he had woken

Sebastian finally fell silent.

chest still heaving in anger, he did not say another

his silence, a sense of exhaustion set upon her.

broken