The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Chapter 221

“Huh?” Sasha stared at her dumbly.

Wait, I agreed to go with Brandon?

I guess I did? I can’t even remember. Alright then. Since he’s helped me in the past, this is just me returning the favor.

Sasha nodded absent-mindedly. “Mm, Sebastian’s father asked me to go as well.”

“Ah, I see. I’ll inform Mr. Hayes about this-”

“No, no, it’s fine. I-I-I’ll tell him myself. Don’t worry and just go back to work.” Sasha immediately turned the housemaid down, then got up from the ground and went back in.

Wendy was at a loss for words.

Forget it. Since Mr. Hayes Sr. asked her to go, then I guess I don’t have to tell his son about this.

Wendy decided to just let it be.

…

It was slightly past nine when Sebastian returned from work.

Because it was year end, there were lots of matters to settle at the company. Hence, he had been coming back at this hour for quite a long time.

However, when he came home that night, the petite figure who would usually be huddled on the sofa watching TV in the living room was nowhere in sight. The first floor of the enormous villa returned to being desolate once again.

“Mr. Hayes, welcome back.”

“Mm, where are they?”

While changing his shoes, Sebastian asked the housemaid with a frown on his face.

explained, “They should be asleep. After dinner tonight, Ms. Wand took the children upstairs very early. What would you like to eat, Mr.

home late every day and sees that Ms. Wand isn’t asleep yet, he’d

rejected

fine. Go to

he

and

master bedroom on the third floor after

the watch encircling his wrist, stuffing it into the pocket of his pants. Then he languidly descended

early and wanted to see them before calling it

he went to

on the bed was indeed sound asleep. Then he closed the door with a

went to check on

befitting of his lively and mischievous temperament. Sebastian covered him with the blanket

Sebastian didn’t go into her

bypassed it and went to

noise could be heard coming from the bedroom. Sebastian’s brows shot

Asleep, huh?

up in amusement, and he reached out to

was about to pretend to sleep,

cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as though

were you looking at your phone in the dark? Are you

his hands into his pockets, wearing a laid-back

heart to lurch in

about to sleep, but then

“Who’s it from?”

squeaking out a name.

Willow?

a brow

What’s he doing?

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