Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 176

Chapter 176

Stephanie felt like she could just die right there, her mind spinning into a total freakout.

She wished God would zap her with a lightning bolt already–turn her into a crispy mess and put her out of her misery.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his voice playful. “Stefi?”

She let out a shaky giggle, her face turning bright red, a tangle of embarrassment twisting her up inside.

Macro, that clown, was the absolute worst…

She wasn’t sure if Sebastian would rip him apart, but she sure wanted to do it herself.

When she didn’t move, Sebastian’s brow furrowed.

In one quick swoop, he pulled her into his arms. His long arms made it a breeze–he reached around her back and nabbed the box right out of her hands.

Stephanie wriggled, tugging at it like her life depended on it. “No, don’t look!”

Her face scrunched up, eyes wide with panic.

He let out a low chuckle, pulling it free with a grip that said no arguing.

Stephanie took a deep breath. Words were gone for good.

She shoved her face into his chest, ears glowing red.

A deep laugh vibrated above her. “Stefi, you dropping hints or what?”

“No! I’m not- I didn’t-” she sputtered, shaking her head hard.

Her arms locked around his waist, refusing to look up.

‘Macro, that total moron–she cursed him in her head. ‘Hope he stays single forever.

Sebastian tilted his head down to peek at her. “No? Then why’d you get this? Who gave it to you? Ella?”

Stephanie rolled her eyes, not sure if she wanted to press this further.

Obviously, Sebastian hadn’t seen the whole scene from the stairs.

She shook her head fast. “No, not Ella–Macro handed it to me.”

She thought with a smirk, ‘Macro wanted to dig his own hole? Go for it.‘

She’d rat him out in a second–she was done caring.

Not that she could blame herself. Sebastian’s whole vibe was too much; she fell apart every time.

If she admitted to hinting at anything, he’d probably scoop her up and carry her straight to the bedroom.

Her injuries weren’t even healed yet. Better let him take it out on Macro–let them slug it out and be done.

They were pressed tight now, the air crackling with something heavy.

She could feel the shift in him, small but real, and her pulse jumped.

Sure enough, when she said Macro’s name, Sebastian’s vibe went cold. “Macro?”

“Yeah, him,” she nodded quick, sealing the deal.

wasn’t about to spill all of

thing–burying him? She wasn’t

him tighter, she mumbled into his shirt, “Hey, I’ve got something else to tell you.”

He tilted his head,

the pill,” she whispered, so quiet

“Didn’t the staff make sure you got your

the injury stuff himself or had the help hovering to

confusion and winced. He wasn’t catching on.

small and stumbling. “No, I

flustered tone finally clicked for him.

keeping his voice

into his

“You

her head

“I’ll have someone

marriage license tomorrow. Wedding can wait ‘til we’re back in Fiorenza. That work?” His eyes locked

end up pregnant and

up from his chest, stunned. “You…

her like a shock, her heart pounding

pictured it–tying the knot with him, seeing his name next to

those dreams locked up tight, never

no

hopes–it took just one line from Sebastian to

forever, and he’d cracked it open like it was

now?” she muttered,

“Not exactly. But we’re grabbing

up–he’d make it happen. That

She wrapped her arms around his slim waist, pressing her cheek to his chest, snu

close

I was so down

of bottling up her feelings–man, they’d been rough, weighing her down. She’d never let it

with one sentence, he’d brushed it

on purpose, his voice warm and playful. “Oh yeah? Down about

grinned down at her, waiting for

She gave his waist a sharp twist, not holding

me!” she huffed, her voice breaking

notice when she played drunk, now pretending he didn’t get her feelings–she felt totally called

out.

Tell me–did you know how I felt all along?” She stared up at

felt the same–she was more

grabbed her flailing little hand mid–attack, his tone soft but stuck. “You were just a kid back then, you know

and dreamy–who’d have thought it’d

dropped her eyes, too shy to

and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “What, you’re barely grown

wiggling defiantly in his hold.

Sebastian’s hand, hitting the floor

at it, muttering, “Hello? THAT

eyebrow raised. “Want me to use

on his words.

ask that?” Her head

babbled something random, too flustered to reply, and just clung

walked in from outside, crossing the foyer, and stopped

feet, that box sat on

brain shorted out.

he turned and bolted down another hall, shoes