Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 27

Bella seethed with anger. Sebastian hadn't even noticed her distress; he was actually about to go over to Lillian?

Her mind raced. Her marriage to Sebastian had always been kept private; virtually no one in their social or professional circles knew about it. If Sebastian walked over there now and revealed his connection to Lillian, where would that leave her?

In the industry, many people had long considered her and Sebastian a couple.

Some had even publicly praised them as a perfect, beautiful match, and Sebastian had never once denied it.

If Sebastian shattered that illusion now, what would everyone here think of her?

How could she save face?

Bella was not some anonymous nobody in this industry!

As these calculations flashed through her mind, she instinctively grabbed Sebastian’s arm.

When he looked down at her, Bella leaned her head against his arm, pressing her other hand to her temple. Her voice was soft and delicate. “Sebastian, I think I’m a little drunk.”

Across the large round table, Nathan spat a small bone onto his plate with a disgusted 'pah'.

Someone next to him asked, “Is something wrong, Mr. Cole?”

Nathan, his eyes fixed on Sebastian, replied, “This trash shouldn’t be on the table. It ought to be scraped into the garbage can.”

The person next to him chuckled nervously. “I’ll have a word with the chef later and ask them to remove this dish.”

Lillian, who was still eating, subtly gave Nathan a thumbs-up under the table.

*My man, a true master of sarcasm!* His passive-aggressive game was on another level.

Sebastian wasn't drunk, just furious. The sight of his secret wife flirting with another man right under his nose made him feel like he was growing horns. Lillian was something else. She wasn’t some eighteen-year-old girl, yet with that face of hers, she had managed to snag a man so soon after getting out of prison. And not just any man, but someone as exceptional as Nathan.

It made Sebastian feel as if something of his was being coveted.

Even if it was something he didn’t particularly care for, something he might leave on a shelf to gather dust, it was entirely different when someone else tried to take it.

A man, a successful man, was inherently territorial.

Bella, seeing his gaze still lingering on Lillian, felt a pang of deep unease.

“Sebastian, my head hurts. I feel awful.”

The man who had been drinking with Bella earlier immediately stood up. “Mr. Blake, Miss Ward seems to be drunk. My driver is waiting outside. Why don’t I take her home?”

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