Another business trip? Hadn’t we agreed that we’ll be going to the city hall today?
Still, he let out a small breath of relief, glad that he didn’t have to face another one of her tantrums for having stood her up twice.
Trevor tossed his coat onto the couch and asked casually, “Did she say when she’d be back?”
Lucy hesitated again, not daring to answer. Was she supposed to say that Serena had said she wasn’t coming back at all?
“Well… Mrs. Levine didn’t say. Maybe you could call her and ask. She didn’t look very well when she left.”
Instantly, he recalled the night before. I’d already given her a gift. What’s there still to be upset about now? If anything, I should be the one upset-how dare she not notify me she has to go on a business trip?!
“Alright. I got it.”
Seeing that he responded casually yet made no move to call, Lucy sighed inwardly. Who knows if this marriage between Mr. and Mrs. Levine is even going to happen anymore?
…
Serena took some time to bring the necklace to a secondhand shop.
“Miss, this is brand new. Are you sure you want to sell it?” the owner said. “Even if it’s unused, I can’t pay you the full retail price.”
Serena smiled faintly. “It’s fine. Whatever you think it’s worth.”
The owner examined it, tapped on a calculator, and named a number. “Four hundred ninety thousand. That’s the highest I can go.”
“Alright. Four-ninety, then. Here’s my card number-just transfer it to me.”
“Deal! Heh, if you ever have more brand-new pieces like this to sell, I’ll give you a better price next time!”
Next time? Serena shook her head. “There won’t be a next time.”
…
The shop wasn’t tucked away in an alley, so Serena had parked her car in a spot outside the restaurant next door. But when she walked back, she saw a dent in the car door.
There was a note stuck to the window. ‘Sorry, my chauffeur accidentally hit your car. There was no emergency contact number on your vehicle. Please contact me when you see this.’
The handwriting’s pretty neat. Looks like a man’s.
Serena dialed the number on the note. The other side had barely said hello when her breath nearly caught-that familiar voice, that restrained, indifferent tone.
Serena’s eyes narrowed slightly. “M-Mr. Sebastian?”
The man paused for two seconds. “Rena?”
Then, he seemed to realize something. “That red car just now-was it yours?”
Serena gave a resigned smile. “Yes. It’s fine, Mr. Sebastian. You don’t need to compensate me. I’ll just get it fixed the next time I go in for maintenance.”
“I’m at Rainhill Cafe. Do you see the tea room straight ahead of you? Come up to the second floor, Aria Suite.”
Serena laughed awkwardly. “Haha, maybe another time, Mr. Sebastian.”
After a brief silence, the man spoke slowly, “Rena, do you want me to come and bring you up?”
She hesitated but eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly. “I’ll be right up.”
That day, Serena wore a white button-down shirt tucked into a pair of light blue jeans, the clean lines outlining her slim waist perfectly. In fact, on regular workdays, she usually dressed casually, only switching to more formal outfits when she had court appearances or client meetings.
Led by a server, she stopped outside the Aria Suite on the second floor.
Of course, he’s that kind of man-already into tea at his age, she muttered inwardly before gently pushing the private room door open.
“Mr. Sebastian,” she greeted, and instantly saw that he was alone inside, dressed in a black shirt with the top two buttons undone, looking noticeably different from the restrained, impeccably proper man she’d seen the day before.
He raised a brow slightly, his voice low. “Sit. Earl Grey?”
Serena nodded half-heartedly. She was more of a coffee kind of girl-didn’t care for tea at all.
“You seemed a lot more reserved since I last saw you five years ago, Rena,” Sebastian spoke unhurriedly, his rolled-up sleeves revealing his firm forearms.
Serena felt a flicker of embarrassment. Is he teasing me about that bold confession when I was 16?
Her throat tightened as she stared at the teacup in her hands. “No… Mr. Sebastian, I’ve always been pretty reserved.”
Seeing her too nervous to even lift her head, Sebastian lowered his gaze and smiled faintly. “Relax. I’m not going to eat you.”
Serena looked up sharply, meeting his deep gaze, her heartbeat suddenly racing in her chest.
“Trevor mentioned the other day that you two were supposed to register your marriage around now,” Sebastian said after studying her for a moment. “Has he come back from his business trip?”
Serena’s interest instantly waned. “I think so.”
Sebastian’s fingers paused briefly as he poured the Earl Grey. “Rena, if Trevor ever bullies you, tell me.”
Serena’s nose stung unexpectedly. It had been a long time since anyone had said something like that to her.
“Alright. Thank you, Mr. Sebastian.”
…
After a bit of small talk, Serena deliberately glanced at the time. “Mr. Sebastian, I start work at two. I should head back to the firm.”
As she spoke, she stood up, clearly intending to make a quick escape. “Wait.” His warm hand caught her wrist, then released it just as quickly. “Add me on WhatsApp-easier for you to complain in the future.”
Serena lowered her gaze to the spot he’d touched. It had only been for a second, yet her skin felt unreasonably hot, as if a current had shot through her body and slowed her thoughts.
“Rena?” Sebastian had already held out his phone, the QR code displayed, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes.
Realizing she’d zoned out, Serena hurriedly said, “Oh-okay, I’ll add you, Mr. Sebastian.”
Once she finished scanning, Sebastian put his phone away. “I’m only seven years older than you, not seventy.”
Does he not like being called ‘Mr.’?
A beat later, Serena’s ears began to burn. She felt annoyed with herself. He and I must be fundamentally incompatible-every time I see him, I turn into a nervous mouse in front of a cat.
“All set, Mr. Sebastian. I’ll head out now.”
It wasn’t until Serena got back into her car that she finally let out a breath. She unlocked her phone and glanced at Sebastian’s profile picture-a purple starry sky.
And he says he’s not old. My dad’s almost fifty and doesn’t even use something this stiff.
Just as she was about to exit the app, she noticed the “typing…” indicator pop up. She immediately tossed her phone aside.
We just added each other. Is he really going to make small talk too?
A minute later, she cautiously picked up her phone again. There was a red notification-an incoming transfer. Serena tapped back into the chat. ‘The sender has transferred you 5,200. Note: Maintenance fee.’
No matter how she looked at it, the amount and the note both felt strange.
‘You don’t have to, Mr. Sebastian. Repairs don’t cost that much.’
The reply came back concise and firm. ‘Take it.’
Since he clearly had money to spare, Serena didn’t argue any further and accepted it.
…
Sebastian finally had his first proper meal at the Levine Residence since returning.
Bryce took the occasion especially seriously. Aside from his youngest great-granddaughter being absent, everyone from the immediate family had come.
“Come, Sebastian.” Nathan raised his glass. “Welcome home, brother.”
Sebastian lightly clinked his glass. “You’re too kind, Nathan.”
No matter how outsiders speculated, the truth was that the two Levine brothers had always gotten along well.
Amber still sat pressed close to Trevor like a little shadow, and Trevor continued to dote on her with familiar tenderness. The two of them acted as if no one else was around, as though the entire household had long grown used to it. But to Sebastian, the sight was particularly grating.
“Trevor,” he asked suddenly, “have you and Rena registered your marriage yet?”
Trevor was caught off guard. He cleared his throat lightly. “We were planning to do it today, but Rena went on a business trip. Once she’s back, we’ll go right away.”
Bryce’s face hardened. “See to it quickly. The wedding is almost here-how can you not have your wedding certificate yet?!”
Amber’s fingers tightened around her cutlery, turning faintly pale. Trevor caught it out of the corner of his eye, and his heart twinged again. Still, the truth was that they really did need to get the paperwork done.
“I understand, Grandpa. No later than Friday. Rena should be back before then.”
Sebastian cast a cool, measuring glance his way. “Rena went on a business trip? But we met at a tea room earlier at noon.”
The single sentence landed like a slap across Trevor’s face, leaving him momentarily humiliated.
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