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.

not the reason. I’m doing it to prevent their conflict from escalating. Antagonizing Jonathan now would only

my intention. I just wanted to prevent both of you from quarreling. All I wanted to do was calm the situation

die by his sword than see you grovel like a dog in front of him for my

his insulting words

Sasha’s face turned ashen.

I have

life at all? Is it necessary to take death so lightly all the

my business, not

you. If a patient’s life is threatened in front of me, am

back while glaring at him

her to see him react that

life, he insists on going against Jonathan all the time. Why is he doing this? What right does he have to even behave this way? Can it be that he isn’t aware of

of them was her own. Back then, she had given

may not be qualified to tell you what to do. But Sebastian Hayes, has it occurred to you that by not appreciating your

finally in tears as she held on to her

was the first time she had lost her composure after he

Sebastian finally fell silent.

his chest still heaving in anger, he did

his silence, a sense of exhaustion set upon her. She was in

up, she swept the glass shards from the broken teacup off her legs