Natalie gave Matthew a playful smile.
Sebastian couldn't stand to watch another second. He grabbed Natalie and pulled her away.
After a few steps, he noticed her bag was still on the chair. He quickly went back, snatched it, and then led her out of the restaurant.
Matthew slammed his fist on the table in frustration.
Sebastian was too much, tearing Natalie away from him time and time again.
He watched her leave, hoping they would divorce soon so he could protect her openly and rightfully.
Natalie was shoved into the car, and Sebastian quickly got in after her.
He brought a gust of snowy air with him, and the chill made Natalie shiver.
Just as Sebastian was about to close the door, a slender hand reached inside.
Sebastian tried to stop, but he was too late. The door slammed heavily on Joanna's hand.
"Ah!"
Joanna cried out in pain.
"Sebastian, my hand! My hand hurts so much!" she looked at him with teary, pitiful eyes.
Sebastian frowned. "What are you doing? You saw I was closing the door. Why would you stick your hand in?"
Natalie saw Joanna's red, swollen hand and laughed.
She said with a grin, "Mr. Griffith, you'd better get your mistress in the car. It's cold out, and her hand is hurt. You wouldn't want her to be in pain, would you? It might just break your heart."
Sebastian turned to glare at her, an inexplicable frustration rising in his chest at her words. "What mistress? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Tsk! Mr. Griffith, at least Joanna is a woman who owns up to her actions. You're a grown man, so why pretend to be so noble? Don't you know what you've done?"

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