Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 61

For three whole months, Sebastian had been running himself ragged trying to find Stephanie, terrified she might be suffering somewhere. But Sofia had hidden Stephanie away, putting her through an intense training regimen instead.

In the end, Stephanie hadn’t faced any real danger, and her stamina had improved significantly.

Now, Stephanie let Sebastian lean against her, carefully feeding him black coffee.

“Steff.” Sebastian murmured softly. In his drunken state, he was unexpectedly tender.

“Yes? I’m here,” Stephanie responded.

“You are not allowed to run. If you do, I’ll break your legs.” Sebastian slurred.

Stephanie froze for a second. Even drunk, he still doesn’t forget to threaten me, huh, she wondered.

After finally managing to get him to drink the coffee, Stephanie attempted to help him back to his room, but she simply didn’t have the strength.

It was already two in the morning, and most of the staff in the villa had turned in for the night.

With no other choice, Stephanie let him sleep on the couch in her room.

She grabbed a thicker blanket and covered him before turning to her bed.

Exhausted from everything that had happened that day, she fell into a deep sleep the moment she closed her eyes.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow on Sebastian’s face.

He blinked a few times, his gaze landing on the blanket covering him, momentarily dazed.

Once his mind cleared, he realized he was in Stephanie’s room. Memories from the night before rushed back in an instant.

A strange tightness gripped his chest. Instinctively, he glanced toward the bed, where Stephanie was still fast asleep.

His phone buzzed against the coffee table. He picked it up and saw Elliot’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hello?” Sebastian answered.

“Mr. Giovanni, Mr. Ashford has been trying to schedule, a meeting with you.” Elliot informed him.

“Forget about him.” Sebastian said dismissively. Sebastian would never meet him.

His gaze softened as he looked at the sleeping girl on the bed. “He’s still trying to buy Whispering Bay?”

“Yes,” Elliot confirmed..

Sebastian let out a mocking chuckle. “He really is devoted to his first crush. Tell him we’re not interested in working with him

There was no need to toy with him slowly; crushing his hopes outright would be just as satisfying.

a replacement deal,

The

for them were

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mock the Hart family all they wanted, but they weren’t faring much better themselves. They were all in the same sinking boat: none of them

Chris, the entire Ashford family would be thrown

in chans. The Achfords

the more

the time Stephanie woke up. Sebastian was already gone

teeth, she suddenly noticed something her

night came flooding back, Sebastian biting her. She inhaled sharply. Damn, he was way too

her lips were completely

without a mask

only to find

she walked in, his brows knitting

“I’m not hungry. I’m heading to the studio.”

commanding, cut through the air behind her. “Stop

eyes and murmured softly,

eat, Sebastian ordered.

she wasn’t hungry after the whole night.

down for breakfast, she’d have to take off her mask, and Sebastian would immediately notice

staff for hours. If he started questioning her now, she

an eyebrow. “What? Do I have

hungry

finished speaking. Sebastian stood up from his chair and strode toward her with

Stephane could even process what was happening,

her up into his arms and

face turning red beneath the mask. “Put

to listen? I thought after all these years away, you’d gotten

Okay, fine… I guess to Sebastian and Mom,

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like some kind of rebellion, she

her straight to the dining table and set her down in a chair. Take off

Stephanie didn’t dare disobey. She quickly pulled the mask off

seated directly across from her, immediately

happened to your

left his mouth, they both recalled

while Stephanie’s lips twitched

I knew he’d ask,

lied, not daring to tell him that he was the one responsible.

doesn’t remember what happened last night? That’d be absolutely mortifying,’