Chapter 211 Shadow Of The Past
"Please, can you come over?"
It's Ava again. Sebastian listens to her sobbing calmly, his face so cold that his new secretary subconsciously holds her breath as she pauses her morning brief for the call from who she was told to be the boss's wife.
Didn't he give his wife a million-dollar wedding? As a gossip, Emma is sure that she saw the wedding of her new boss on the front page somewhere. Even after years, she still remembers the bright smile of the bride in the newspaper. That's why she was so excited when she got the offer-
A genuine billionaire who spoils his wife to such? He must be a gentleman in person.
He is. He is professional in work, but also kind to the staff. He is the definition of a gentleman...
Except to his wife.
Emma glances at Sebastian again, her heart bumping fast both for excitement AND nervousness.
Sure, she has a crush on him. But who doesn't? Money. Look. HOT body. He has got it all. But when he talks to his wife, he has this dark aura around him as if he is possessed by the devil the second the phone call is put through. "You are an adult now, Ava," Sebastian's words cocks Emma's eyebrows. Dare not to let the boss see, she lowers her head further, "This is broad daylight, and you are at home. Don't act like a baby afraid of darkness and cry over some weird shadow you saw, okay? I don't have time for this."
The wife. Ava...Fuller? Emma plays her finger, waiting patiently as her mind runs wild. Though she doesn't understand why her boss would burn huge money to marry just to treat her this way, she does admit that this Ava person, she surely is needy.
She calls the boss all the time - at least in the past three months that Emma has been working in the secretary's office - the boss gets a call from her about ten times a day, and he only answers them randomly. According to his mood, Emma would say, but certainly not according to good mood.
He talks to his wife as if she was his enemy.
"She's coming for me! I know! I could see her little body-" Ava's shrike blasts through the phone. Sebastian puts the phone away from his ear as he glances at Emma.
Emma buries her head all the way except into her body.
He just puts the phone down on speaker, as if not care that his wife's off moment is being witnessed. Even if he doesn't care about his wife, he should still care about his own image, no?
It's almost like... Emma peeks at the
God-like man, feeling like she is
looking at a fallen angel dragging
the devil back into hell at the price of going to hell himself.
"Who is she?" The man frowns, cutting his wife off.
"She! The little bastard! The stillborn baby Scar lost!" Ava's scream almost blasted onto the ceiling.
Rarely, the man pauses for a moment, as if nervous.
But when he talks, his tone is cold as ever: "You are just being paranoid because Scar is back, that's all. But frankly? You impressed me "
He pauses on purpose, and Emma could hear the other side of the phone holding her breath.
Instinct tells Emma that this man did it on purpose just to taunt.
"...I didn't know you had a heart to feel guilt," The man smirks, his eyes freezing cold.
"Sebastian Knight! How could you!" Ava snarls through the phone, "I told you I had nothing to do with the accident! Even the police let me go―!"
"Isn't that because your Daddy bought off some officers?" Sebastian says coldly to the phone, "I have a meeting."
He doesn't. Emma can't help but glance up when he says so. He had his fun, and now he is tired.
She has watched this happen
several times now: it's like he is also hurt when he deliberately hurts his wife, and after a moment he would get tired of the pain he took and lose interest in talking to her, but next time when she calls, he would still pick up, only to throw cold words at
her.
"Sebastian," Ava bites the bullet and gambles with herself, "Scar is visiting Dad and Mom today. Could you come over...for me?"
She adds the "for me" hesitantly in
the end, gambling that Sebastian wouldn't agree to it. She has been lying to herself that he doesn't love Scar, and is just mad at her.
So please, don't let him say-
"Sure, I'll come over."