Chapter 46

“Sebastian? Why are you here? No, wait. How did you get in?” Daphne’s voice slurred with intoxication.

Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat. He chuckled and ruffled her hair. “How do you think I got in?”

“Oh, I remember now! I told you the code, didn’t I?”

“You’ve definitely had too much to drink. So, what happened? What got you drinking like this?”

Daphne pouted. “That bastard, Wilson, gave my meteorite ring to that little bitch. Do you know what that ring meant to us? It was our wedding ring. It’s one of a kind!”

Sebastian silently stood up.

Daphne grabbed his hand anxiously. “What are you doing? Are you leaving too?”

“I’m turning on the lights!” Sebastian said helplessly, gently prying her fingers loose.

“Oh, alright. Go ahead.”

The room brightened.

Sebastian returned to her side. “I don’t know what that ring means, and I don’t want to know. You’re my future wife. Yet here you are, drinking yourself silly over another man. Have you ever thought about how your future husband will feel about this, Ms. Yeager?”

His tone was childishly competitive. He didn’t realize it was out of character.

Daphne, tipsy, didn’t catch the sharpness in his words. Sebastian scooped her into his arms just as she was about to speak.

Daphne gasped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m carrying you to bed. Are you planning to sit on the floor all night?”

“But I haven’t showered yet!”

“You’re in no state to shower right now. Be a good girl and go to sleep first. You can shower when you sober up.”

“No way! I can’t sleep without showering. I can’t stand being dirty!” She was like a petulant child in his arms.

Sebastian was clearly at his wit’s end. He set her down on the couch instead.

“Fine, sit here. I’ll make you some honey water to sober you up a bit. You can shower after that, alright?”

Daphne nodded obediently.

After drinking the honey water, she sat quietly for about half an hour and eventually felt clearer-headed. “I’m feeling better now. I’ll take a shower and go to bed.”

Her eyes locked on Sebastian, signaling him to leave. However, he showed no sign of going.

He seemed oblivious to her silent hint. “Go ahead. I’m staying here tonight to make sure you’re okay.”

Daphne was speechless. “Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a man and a woman to spend the night alone in the same house?”

He laughed. “What’s wrong? Are you afraid I’ll do something to you? We’re going to get married eventually. I’m not that desperate.”

His words ignited her pride. She told him to suit himself before turning and walking into the master bedroom, locking the door behind her. Her self-protection instincts were stronger after everything she’d been through.

She could still hear faint noises outside the door when she emerged from the shower. Was he still there?