Chapter 49

He was drugged that night, and the lights were switched off when he was trying to force himself on

her, so she did not manage to catch a glimpse of his body. Sasha gulped. His damp torso glistened

in the light, accentuating and flattering his shapely muscles. His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke,

but she did not hear a thing. She was too busy following the water droplets that trickled down his

chin and onto his chest. “Are you done?” Sebastian said sharply. Sasha snapped out of her reverie. It

suddenly dawned on her how long she had been salivating over him like a slab of meat.

She wished the ground would just swallow her up just to spare her the embarrassment. “You were...

I just... I didn't mean to... I thought you were done, and I wanted to speak to you.” She spluttered on

in an attempt to explain herself, not daring to look up. Her porcelain face had reddened like a

tomato by then. Oh, come on. You're not that innocent. You're no stranger to flings and one-night

stands. This isn't the first naked body of a man you've seen. As she stood there deliberating with

herself, Sebastian slammed the door shut in her face. Sometime later, he emerged fully dressed.

“Well? What was it that was so important?” he snapped. Sebastian straightened up and addressed

her with a haughty glare. It was as if he had donned his familiar snarky persona along with that suit.

His disdain permeated the corridor and suffocated her, robbing her of her confidence. Sasha took a

deep breath and gulped. Bracing herself again, she blurted, “I would like to take care of lan if that's

okay with you.” “Take care? What right do you have to do that? You are an unfit mother. You can

have another kid with that adulterer and care for him!” The words were barely out of her mouth

before she regretted uttering them. His remark stung, but her mind was whirring with something

else. Adulterer? Instantly, her face became as white as a sheet. Why did he say that all of a sudden?

Was he stalking me? Sasha's embarrassment turned into indignation.

She glared at Sebastian. “Mr. Hayes, did you have me followed?” she asked, barely suppressing the

rage in her voice. “Follow you? Ms. Wand, you overestimate your importance. I do not need to do

that. I know everything that goes on around here.” he sneered at her, looking as evil as the Devil

himself. Sasha was stumped. This was his territory, so of course he had eyes everywhere. But why did

he specifically mention the word “adulterer”? He is just a friend! “Yes, I went out last night with a

friend,” Sasha retorted defiantly. “But Mr. Hayes, watch your choice of words. He is most definitely

not an adulterer.” Sebastian was undeterred. “My choice of words? Tell me, Sasha Wand, have you

ever heard of a decent woman going out at that hour with a man and not have any agenda?” Sasha

reached her tipping point. “If I'm an indecent woman, what does that make you?

Remember when you brought your b*tch and paraded her in front of me when I was pregnant?

What does that make the two of you? A scumbag and a wench, that's what the two of you are!” This

time, she had gone too far. Sasha watched in slow motion as Sebastian raised his hand to strike her,

his face contorted with rage, but she was too petrified to move. “Mr. Hayes, what do you think

you're doing?” Luke, who appeared just in time, yelled. With one stride, he stood between Sasha

and Sebastian, who was looking deranged and quite ready to beat her. This woman is asking to be

killed! Luke restrained Sebastian with some difficulty. “Mr. Hayes, calm down. She only spoke out of

turn. I'm sure she didn't mean what she said.”

Then, he turned to Sasha. “Ms. Wand, you owe Mr. Hayes an apology. Did you know that he waited

up for you?” Sasha was frozen in place since she last spoke and finally came to her senses upon

hearing that, but her face turned deathly pale again. Luke was right—she did not mean to lose her

temper. In fact, she was waiting for Sebastian to get out of the shower to apologize for not showing

up last night, but his words had hurt her. That was when her anger got the better of her. Sasha

hesitated for a moment before she said, “The reason I came here was to apologize for last night. My

friend needed help, so I went with him. I only recalled our appointment after I went home, but it was

too late.”

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