Part 3His Cold Heart Has a Noisy Inner Voice

I went to work with mixed feelings.

That evening, my boss took me to a business dinner.

Good, I thought. Coming home late means avoiding him.

But when I pushed open the door to the private room, Sebastian was there.

Thankfully, no one knew about our relationship.

But somehow, I ended up seated to his left.

All night, I sat on pins and needles, afraid to look at him.

After a few rounds of drinks, the executives opposite us were flushed.

Sebastian seemed tipsy too... or something else.

Under the table, his long leg kept brushing against my calf.

I tried to dodge, practically sitting on the edge of my chair.

The voice returned, full of resentment:

[We're not even divorced yet, and she won't even look at me? Are these ugly old men better looking than me? Do they have eight-pack abs? Do they have a V-line?]

[It's all their fault, peacocking in front of my wife. Who are they trying to seduce? Do they think I'm dead? I'm going to ruin all of them tonight!]

My hand shook, dropping my chopsticks.

I squatted to pick them up and didn't see whose legs were whose.

What I did see was a shocking outline in Sebastian's suit pants.

My face flushed crimson. I stood up too quickly.

Bang!

My head hit the table.

I yelped in pain, gritting my teeth.

My boss asked with concern, "Moon, are you okay?"

As soon as he spoke, the inner voice chimed in:

[Moon? Since when are they on a first-name basis?]

First-name basis?

I frowned. Did Sebastian misunderstand something?

My name is Luna Luo. My colleagues call me Moon. It's normal.

I rolled my eyes internally.

[Scumbag! How dare you touch my wife's hand...]

Crack!

The wine glass in Sebastian's hand shattered.

Bright red blood flowed from the cut.

Everyone stared, faces pale. They called for a waiter to bring a first aid kit.

Sebastian spoke calmly:

"Miss Luo, could you help me bandage this?"

Since he named me, I couldn't refuse.

Then, I heard a secret delight in my mind:

[I knew it. My wife still cares about me.]

[Was she scared just now? It's all my fault. I didn't want this to happen, but every time I touch her, my body reacts...]

His eyes flickered, and the thought shifted:

[Dammit, is she dressed this sexy for that old man?]

I looked down at myself. Long-sleeved shirt, knee-length pencil skirt. Covered up completely.

Where's the "sexy"?

And "old man"? My boss is 32. That's hardly old.

I carefully dabbed disinfectant on his wound with a cotton swab. My fingers trembled slightly as I touched him.

His long fingers curled slightly, his palm burning hot.

[Her hands are so soft and fragrant. Not like mine... rough and useless.]

I couldn't look at my hands the same way anymore.

This dog! Is his brain filled with nothing but filth?

I bandaged him up, trying to stay calm, but then he lowered his voice:

"Miss Luo, you're very skilled with your hands."

His warm breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I looked up into his deep eyes behind the glasses. The undercurrents there made my knees weak.

"Done." I pulled my hand back quickly, voice tight.

Sebastian leaned closer to whisper:

"Thank you, Miss Luo."

His breath hit my ear again.

[Her ears are red. So cute. Want to bite...]

The dinner finally ended. Relieved, I grabbed my bag to leave.

At the hotel entrance, a large hand stopped me.

"Miss Luo, I'll drive you."

Sebastian had followed me out. His black trench coat made his shoulders look impossibly broad.

Before I could refuse, he opened the passenger door.

[Hmph, I won't let that old man get a chance.]

I had no choice but to get in.

The car smelled of cedarwood—his signature cologne.