Natalie found his presence absurd. “Sebastian, can’t you see that every part of me is screaming with revulsion for you?” she said. “Leave. I don’t want to see you.” She closed her eyes, hoping that if she couldn’t see him, he would cease to exist. She couldn’t figure out where she had gone wrong, why Sebastian had suddenly changed his mind about the divorce.
Sebastian stood up. “Get some rest. I have a meeting at the branch office this morning. I’ll come back to get you when it’s over. We need to talk.”
Natalie’s eyes snapped open. “The only thing I have to talk to you about is our divorce. I know you were involved in what happened last night; that’s why I’ll never find the person behind it.”
Sebastian’s jaw clenched. She was right; the trail had gone cold. Her distrust was a wall he couldn’t seem to break through. He let out a soft, frustrated sigh and turned to leave. At the door, he ran into Marshall, who was carrying a container of food. Marshall had changed into a fresh set of casual clothes that made him look even more like a charming, rebellious rogue.
Sebastian’s eyes blazed with anger. “What are you doing here?”
Marshall’s charming eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “Mr. Griffith, can’t you see the lunch in my hands? I know Natalie won’t eat anything you buy for her. I couldn’t let her starve, could I?”
His words were a direct hit to Sebastian’s heart. It was true. Whatever he brought, Natalie wouldn’t touch. All she felt for him now was hatred; he could feel it radiating off her in waves.
“Go on then, give it to her,” Sebastian said, a flicker of defeat in his eyes as he strode away.
Marshall entered the room. Hearing his voice, Natalie slowly sat up.
“Marshall, you’re here,” she said with a faint smile. “How are you feeling?”

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