In the private room of the restaurant…
Sebastian checked the time repeatedly. He was beginning to regret entrusting such an important task to the unreliable Yvonne. She must have run into some problem.
Just then, the door to the private room opened, and Rosalie walked in. "Seb."
Sebastian jumped up immediately. "Rose, you’re early."
The usually composed CEO of Skycrest Enterprise was now like a boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar in front of Rosalie.
Rosalie smiled. "I didn't have much to do, so I came early. You’re early too."
"Yeah," Sebastian replied awkwardly. He hadn't expected Rosalie to arrive so early, and it derailed his plans completely.
Rosalie walked over, and noticed his pale face. "Seb, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"
"N-No," Sebastian said, stammering from panic. "I'm fine. Please, sit down. Would you like something to drink?"
Rosalie shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Let's just wait for a bit. Is Yvonne coming over with Lily now?"
"Not yet. I asked Yvonne to pick her up. You know how unreliable she can be. I hope she managed to find her," Sebastian said.
"No worries. Let's wait for them."
"Alright." Sebastian pulled out a chair for her.
After Rosalie sat down, he took a seat beside her. Her faint, pleasant scent wafted to his nose, making him feel at ease instantly. It wasn't perfume, but the natural fragrance of her body wash, which he found very appealing.
Suddenly, Rosalie turned around and caught Sebastian staring at her intently. Her heart skipped a beat. "Seb, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
Rosalie froze. "Me?"
Then, she gave an awkward smile. "We're friends."
"So, not all women like me." Sensing Rosalie’s hesitation, Sebastian felt a pang in his heart. His question, which he asked in a half-joking manner, had also been a test.
"Seb, there are many forms of affection. I like you as a friend. It’s not wrong to say that I like you."
Her words were comforting, yet they pushed him away at the same time. Despite that, Sebastian found a tiny bit of solace in them. At the very least, she didn't dislike him.
Time ticked by slowly…
They waited and waited, but there was still no sign of Yvonne and Lily.
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