Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 671

Sebastian kicked Heather away without hesitation.

He hadn't forgotten just how vicious this woman was. She had nearly killed him, but what really crossed the line was that she had targeted Jenna and Alissa. That was something he could never forgive.

Heather crawled back to him again. She clung to his leg as she begged, "Sebastian, I know I've made a lot of mistakes. I was young and didn't understand what I was doing, but now I realize how wrong I was. Please, for the sake of the night we spent together, forgive me just this once."

"How dare you bring up that night? The more you talk about it, the angrier I get!"

Sebastian grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground.

Heather gasped. Her face flushed red as she struggled to breathe, her legs kicking helplessly in the air.

Sebastian tossed her away, sending her flying over 33 feet until she crashed into a table. The table shattered instantly with a deafening crack.

Heather crumpled to the ground, and her entire body wracked with pain as tears streamed down her face. She felt like every bone in her body had been broken.

Everyone froze in shock. None of them had expected Sebastian to be so ruthless, especially toward a delicate beauty like her.

"Crawl over here!" Sebastian shouted angrily as he glared at her.

Heather was terrified. She didn't dare to disobey him, so she endured the pain and quickly crawled toward Sebastian.

"Sebastian, you can hit me or scold me, just please spare my life. From now on, I promise I'll serve you well to repay your great kindness," Heather said pitifully.

Sebastian grabbed her chin and said coldly, "Heather, do you think I'll go easy on you just because you're pretty?"

"Sebastian, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me…" She broke into sobs as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You should've gone into acting with skills like that. Stop crying!" Sebastian shouted angrily.

Heather said shyly, "Sebastian, you were my first. You know that… and it was only that one time. I'll only serve you for the rest of my life."

"Go get a basin of water and wash my feet," Sebastian said firmly.

"What?"

Heather was dumbfounded. She had expected him to throw her onto the bed, but instead, he wanted her to wash his feet.

What was he thinking?

Washing someone's feet was the lowest of tasks, and it was something she despised. She had always been the one pampered, with people at her beck and call.

She felt humiliated that she was being asked to wash someone else's feet.