Chapter 68

Chapter 68

BLAIRE

I felt like a bomb just dropped in front of me when I saw Sebastian

standing a few meters away from us. My hand immediately pulled

Blaze tightly, trying to protect him. I knew this was about to happen, but

I wasn't expecting it to happen this soon.

I gulped as I watched his eyes turn dark while switching his eyes

between me and Blaze. I was holding my breath while waiting for him to

say something. When he didn't, I quickly took that chance to put Blaze

away from the situation.

I kneeled in front of my son until our eyes were on the same level. I

cupped his cheeks as I gently caressed them. “Baby, why don't we go

back to your room, huh?”

“Hmm,” he said as he looked back at Sebastian. After a couple of

minutes, he shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, mom,” he said.

I let out a sigh of relief before I grabbed his tiny arm and gently pulled

him towards the elevator.

"Blaire.”

I heard Sebastian's threatening voice behind me. I shut my eyes for a

second as I took a deep breath before I turned in his direction. “We'll

talk later,” I said before walking briskly towards the elevator.

As soon as I said that, Sebastian quickly followed behind us. He got in

the elevator as we did. I noticed Blaze giving him a confused look. I felt

Blaze gently tugging at the hem of my shirt. He also makes his hand

gesture as if he’s making me lean over to him. I did what he asked me

to do and leaned my ear closer to him.

“There's a stranger following us, mom. I think we should call the police,”

he whispered.

I pursed my lips, trying to hold my laugh upon hearing what Blaze said.

He even looked at Sebastian and squinted his eyes towards him, as if

he's letting Sebastian know that he knows what he’s doing.

“It's fine, baby. Let mommy handle it,” I replied before gently tousling

his hair.

The elevator pings as soon as we reach our floor. We immediately got

off and walked straight to Blaze's room. I can still feel Sebastian

following us. So when we reached the door of Blaze's room, I let him in

first before turning toward my back. Sebastian wasn't expecting that, so

he was surprised and was kind of startled when I stopped him from

entering the room.

“You stay here. I'll talk to you later,” I said.

He was about to open his mouth to respond, but before he could even

say anything, I quickly shut the door. As soon as we entered the room,

my phone rang. I answered it when I saw Sylvia's name flashing on the

screen.

“Did you

find him?” she asked as soon as I answered the call.

“Yes, we're already back in his room.”

“Thank God! I'll be right there in a minute,” she said before hanging up

the phone.

I put my phone back into my pocket before I turned towards Blaze, who

was now lying on his bed. “Don’t do that again, okay? What if

something bad happened to you? You just got out of surgery,” I told him

as I fixed his blanket,

“I'm sorry, Mommy. I was so excited to see you when I heard Sylvia say

that you'd be coming back. I missed you so much,” he explained while

pouting his lips.

“I understand, honey. But what you did was dangerous. Something

wrong could have happened to you while you're out. Next time, no

matter what happens, please wait for me to come to you,” I reminded

him.

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Chapter 68

“Yes, mommy. I'm sorry

I let out a loud sigh before planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “Go and

take a rest now.”

Just in time after I finished tucking Blaze on the bed, Sylvia came inside

the room. “Ahmmm... There's a gorgeous man right outside our room.

Are you aware of that, Blaire?" she immediately informed me as soon

as she stepped in.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that,” I answered.

I haven't even given her any information, yet by the widening of her

eyes, I can already guess that she has already formulated some

answer in her head.

“Is he...” she quickly halted her words when her eyes landed on Blaze,

who was silently watching her.

I'm glad that she didn’t pursue what she’s about to say next.

I just smiled at her without confirming anything. “Can you look after

Blaze for me?” I asked her. Before I went out, I whispered something to

her. “And please make sure that Blaze isn't going to come out of this

room until I'm back.”

“I got it, Blaire,” she assured me.

I gave her an awkward smile before taking a deep breath. I lost count of

how many times I did that just to calm myself down. But no matter how

many times I do it, I still don’t feel like I'm ready to face him. But

regardless of whether I'm ready or not, there's no way I can avoid this

anymore.

Despite feeling unprepared, I mustered the courage to slowly open the

door and step outside the room. To my surprise, Sebastian was there,

leaning against the wall opposite the door, his presence both

unexpected and unsettling.

He was just glaring at me while both of his hands were inside his

pockets.

"Is he mine?”

It's the first thing that comes out of his mouth. I fought the urge to wring

his neck at that moment. How dare he ask me that when I have never

had other men in my life than him? The nerve of this guy.

I was so pissed that I didn’t think thoroughly about my answer. “No, he

isn't yours,” I said without breaking eye contact. I wanted to applaud

myself for lying without stuttering.

“Really, Blaire?" he said, clenching his jaw. “So, you wouldn't mind if I

swab his mouth for a second, then do a little DNA testing to make sure,

right?” he added sarcastically.

“Don’t you dare, Sebastian,” I warned him.

“Your response was enough for me to confirm that he's mine. Are you

aware that you're pregnant before you sign our divorce paper?” Anger

was evident on his face.

“Well, you didn’t bother asking while you-handed me the paper. So I

figure, why bother telling you?"

“That's selfish, Blaire!”

"Don’t

you dare talk to me about selfishness, Sebastian. You're the one who

chooses your first love over your wife. Pardon me if I don’t see you fit to

be a father. I would never put my son in a position where he needs to

beg for his position in life. You've made your choices, Sebastian, and

so have I. And I chose to protect my son.” I thought I'd forgotten about

the pain that he had caused me. But yet, blurting it out loud brings all

the pain, as if it just happened yesterday.

“He’s not just your son, Blaire! He's half mine. You can't just decide for

him. He deserves to know who his father was! You didn't even tell him

he was in a hospital? How dare you, Blaire?! You'd rather choose to

give yourself to me than ask for my money and tell me that my son is

sick.”

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