The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 187

187 An Awkward Explanation

187 An Awkward Explanation

“It seems you admire him a lot,” he remarked quietly. 1

For the first time in years, I felt accountable to someone. Not out of obligation or dependency, but because I wanted to be. Because somehow, in the midst of rebuilding my life from ashes, Sebastian had become important.

“That I was… that it was…” I stumbled over my words. “It wasn’t a date.”

“As an employee,” I clarified carefully. “Nothing more.”

The simple observation carried a weight that pressed against my chest. Was that jealousy in his voice? The thought that Sebastian Sinclair could be jealous over me was both thrilling and terrifying.

Snow continued accumulating on my windshield, creating a cocoon of white around me. The heater hummed softly, fighting against the chill that had nothing to do with the weather.

“He is. Professionally,” I quickly added, sensing the shift. “It was a competitive

recruitment process.”

–

“Maybe,” Sebastian agreed. “Though I’m curious – what did you really hope to accomplish with this call, Hazel?”

“I’m sure it was.” The words were polite but clipped.

“And what wrong idea would that be, Hazel?” The playful edge in his voice made my heart skip.

“Of course.” I could practically hear his smile through the phone. “Just a courtesy call to explain a business dinner that required no explanation.”

The question hung between us for a moment that stretched like eternity.

And I cared enough to notice. To worry. To call.

“That sounds like Elliot,” Sebastian said with a hint of amusement. “Always poking his nose where it doesn’t belong.”

The directness of his question caught me off guard. What was I trying to accomplish?

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The answer felt too revealing to voice.

I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the headrest. “No,” I admitted quietly.

A brief silence followed before Sebastian chuckled softly. “And you assumed he would immediately report to me like some kind of spy?”

“Sebastian, wait-” I blurted out before he could hang up. “Tomorrow… are you free for

lunch?”

“I never suggested it was.” His tone turned teasing. “But your panic is rather telling.”

Yet here I was, smiling at my phone like it held some precious secret.

Another pause. Snow continued falling outside, thickening the silence between us.

My stomach knotted. Had I said something wrong? The chill in his voice was

unmistakable now.

“Sebastian?”

“Elliot enjoys meddling, but he doesn’t typically provide me with detailed reports of everyone he encounters during his evening,” Sebastian replied, his voice warming. “Though I appreciate you calling to explain what didn’t need explaining.”

“He sounds… impressive,” Sebastian finally said, his previously warm tone noticeably

cooler.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “He appeared out of nowhere at the restaurant. Made a point of introducing himself to Quentin.”

“Yes, but it was purely professional,” I hurried to explain. “We spent all weekend working on strategies for Evening Gala, and dinner was just a continuation of our

meeting”

“I’m not panicking,” I protested, though my racing heart suggested otherwise. “I’m simply being courteous.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Well… wouldn’t he?”

## Hazel’s POV

And that realization was more terrifying than any snowstorm.

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“Of course,” Sebastian finally responded, his voice revealing nothing. “I should let get home safely in this weather.”

“I’m here,” he replied, his tone unreadable. “You had dinner with your new general

manager?”

you

I started the wipers, clearing away the blanket of snow from my windshield. As the world outside came back into view, so did clarity. Sebastian’s momentary coolness when I praised Quentin revealed something important – he cared enough to be

affected.

—

“I thought not.” His voice softened. “Tell me about your new general manager. Quentin,

was it?”

I paused to catch my breath, suddenly aware I was gushing about another man to Sebastian. An uncomfortable silence stretched between us.

“I see.” His voice remained neutral. “And Elliot saw you?”

“Right.” My grip tightened on the phone. “The roads are getting worse.”

“Drive carefully, Hazel.” His tone softened slightly. “Text me when you’re home.”

“Fine,” I huffed. “Maybe I overreacted.”

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