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.

spill all

thing–burying him? She wasn’t that cold.

mumbled into his shirt, “Hey, I’ve

He tilted his

take the pill,” she whispered,

His brow creased. “Didn’t the staff make

injury stuff himself or had the help hovering to check.

and winced. He wasn’t catching on.

and stumbling. “No, I mean… THAT

tone finally clicked for

keeping his voice

his

didn’t waver. “You don’t need it.”

her head up. “Huh?”

“I’ll have someone

Wedding can wait ‘til we’re back in Fiorenza. That work?” His eyes locked on hers, dead serious.

way was he letting her end up

from his chest, stunned. “You… What?”

marriage license. The words slammed into her like

knot with him, seeing his name next to hers on

those dreams locked up tight, never letting them

had no clue-

just one line

she’d hidden forever, and he’d cracked it open like it

you proposing right now?” she muttered, peeking up

“Not exactly. But we’re grabbing the license first. After that, whatever you you’ve

every happy moment she could dream up–he’d make it happen. That was his

arms around his slim waist, pressing her cheek to

close

I was so down before,”

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

he’d brushed it

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

knew exactly what, but he grinned down at her, waiting for her to fidget.

cheeks, quick and hot. She gave his waist a sharp twist, not holding back.

with me!” she huffed, her voice breaking with

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

out.

whole time, didn’t you? Tell me–did you know how

him, and he’d felt the same–she

mid–attack, his tone soft but stuck. “You were just a kid back then, you know that?”

teenage girl, all crushy and dreamy–who’d have thought it’d stick around this long?

went red. She dropped her eyes, too

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

her breath, wiggling defiantly in

from Sebastian’s hand, hitting the floor with a quiet

at it, muttering,

eyebrow raised. “Want

on his

ask that?” Her head spun, totally thrown.

babbled something random, too flustered to reply, and just clung to his waist, hiding in his chest

walked in from outside, crossing the foyer, and stopped dead–Sebastian

their feet, that box sat on the floor,

brain shorted

lightning, he turned and bolted down another