Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 80

I stepped out of the car and circled around to the passenger side, gently lifting Claire into my arms. Carrying her carefully, I ascended the stairs until we reached the door of our apartment.

Determined not to draw any attention, I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, deliberately avoiding looking at her even once.

Had I glanced her way, I might have caught the subtle flutter of her eyelids as they opened.

From beneath, Claire was quietly observing me, drinking in every detail of my form. *Just look at Sebastian’s chest—so broad, so solid. His shoulders, his arms—strong and sculpted… Those biceps, mmm…*

*And that jawline—perfectly square. That throat, the way his Adam’s apple moves…*

*God, he’s not just handsome—he’s manly and magnetic. Sexy in a way no one else could ever be.*

Claire was utterly captivated. No, it was more than that. She could hardly believe she’d ever been skeptical about marriage, or that men had once made her uneasy. She silently thanked fate for bringing Sebastian into her life.

The longer she stared, the weaker she felt. Her limbs softened, and she nestled closer into the warmth of his arms, catching a faint, comforting scent of sandalwood on his skin.

A daring thought sparked in her mind. *Tonight’s the night. Be brave. Make him yours.*

Until now, she hadn’t realized just how irresistibly attractive a man could be.

Then, everything shifted. Suddenly, she was upright, standing on her own two feet.

I had set her down to reach for the keys, completely unaware she was quietly sulking.

“We’re here already? I thought the ride would take longer…” she murmured, her voice tinged with disappointment.

“If it wasn’t true, why run?” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head in amusement.

It was strange. Ever since I’d decided to divorce Hera, my luck in romance had taken an unexpected turn. Still, it was best not to tempt fate.

Knowing I had work early the next day, I pushed the whole episode from my mind, washed up, and went to bed.

Sebastian had no idea Claire was losing sleep over him. Instead, she lay awake, scrolling through his social media feed.

“I can’t believe I gave up so easily! Would it have killed me to be a little bolder?” she groaned softly. “So what if I pretended to be drunk a little longer? So what if I led him here, let him carry me to the bed, and then… moved things along?”

Her heart pounded with a mixture of frustration and hope, the night stretching endlessly before her.