She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Scarlett's POV

I asked Sebastian to come to the party with me. Well, I told Sebastian about it, and he tagged along against my suggestion.

"Since when have you been interested in disco bars?" Sebastian tries to hide his impatience. Effort in vain. He prefers quiet ones.

"No one even invited you," I roll my eyes, looking around for Oliver.

"I want to be with YOU," He grunts, following me tightly as he tries to avoid making contact with anyone, an annoyed look on his face, "It could have been at home--"

"I couldn't have been because I wasn't planning on going home with you," I wheel on him, somehow, in the crowd, "I said you have a chance, under the condition that you won't put Ava Fuller above me. I'm not just going back to be your tamed little wife, not again!"

"I know, I know!" He raises both his hands, smiling tamely, "I'm sorry. You can at least come home to sleep, no? I won't be there."

"So what, now I'm chasing you out of your own house?" I shake my head, but before we can get to a conclusion, a guy presses close to us--

"Scarlett! I'm so glad that you are here!" Oliver Scott's huge bright grin almost pressed to my face, "This way!"

Sebastian grabs my waist and pinpoints me where I am when I follow Oliver Scott.

"Oi!" He almost warps me in his arms, glaring at Oliver Scott like a pissed peacock, "It's Mrs. Knight to you!"

What the --?! I glare at him secretly, and he just pretends not to see it. He is just an unregistered Ex here and he goes and attacks my co-workers for nothing??!

"Yes, is it," Oliver Scott looks surprised, but not even a shade of being offended on his face. He just smirked at Sebastian, "But for how long? Mr. White Knight?"

So he knows Sebastian's story with Ava.

I try not to, but Oliver Scott's words still pour cold water down my head. What am I doing?! In Sebastian's arms like a 17-year-old who dates a boy for the first time? I'm being too easily swayed, and I should be more careful. I'm trying to get a different result doing exactly what I did before. And this is the definition of madness!

Feeling my body stiff and resistant, Sebastian glances at me with a surprised look. But then he lets me go slowly. I know he knows it's about Ava, and to avoid seeing his sorrowful look, I lower my head and follow Oliver. Ava is an issue between us, and it's bigger than I thought when I agreed to try it again with Sebastian in an impulse. Now he knows if he didn't.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Sebastian is not following us.

Through the crowded dance floor, Oliver leads me to a table in the corner. He bows at me with a please gesture, so I sit in first, leaving the outside of the sofa to him, only to hear--

"Fancy meeting you here, Mrs. Knight,"

My smile freezes on my face when I recognize Damian Vanderbilt's voice. Wait, is he why Oliver Scott invited me here?? I look over at Oliver Scott with a stunned look, and he smiles at me apologetically.

I can't believe I thought he invited me to talk about the movie!

Of course it's not! He is just as evil

I.ne

as his evil friend, if not more! Why would Damian Vanderbilt invite me here with all this trouble? Is he getting suspicious about me already? He has been visiting the

Fullers a lot recently, so I thought his

attention was still on Ava,

"Sebastian is here, too!" I blurt out of nowhere. Though, I don't know where he is. It's possible that he left on his own...after what I said and did.

But I'm afraid of Damian Vanderbilt.

He is from another circle. In front of

him, Jack Fuller is nothing but a pauper. I have heard too much about the dark stories of people from his circle. And even though Ava has been horrible, her little tricks are nothing compared to what this man can do.

He dares to hide his surviving sister from their Dad! Who knows what else he is capable of?

"What's that piece of information

supposed to do, little bunny?"

Damian Vanderbilt lets out a light laugh, crossing his legs leisurely like a fed lion taunting his prey, "From what heard, he hates you for bullying his beloved Ava."

I purse my lips, but I dare not to piss off this dangerous man. He has his arms stretched on the back of the sofa, just like a mafia boss would.