"Yes."
"But I'm just a girl from a humble family, not some high society debutante. I never dared to dream of owning all these luxuries. I was already more than happy with the life Sebastian gave me."
"But darling, don't you know? You were born to have all these things! Whatever fate has denied you, I'll replace."
Sebastian lifted his hand, gently wiping away the tear from the corner of her eye. His voice was soft as he said, "Sweetheart, you'll have everything."
Stephanie sniffled and said, "Sebastian, you're bad."
"Hmm? Bad for treating you so well?"
Then she choked up, "For being good to me and getting better at it. After you, I doubt I could ever look at anyone else, let alone fall for someone."
Sebastian's expression darkened, his voice suddenly edged with danger, "Stephanie, are you thinking of falling for someone else?"
He had never considered it!
He always thought that having his little lady was enough.
He always felt that he hadn't given her enough, and was still striving to give her more to make her life carefree.
With her eyes brimming with tears, Stephanie looked straight at him, "How could I fall for someone else with Sebastian as the example?"
"You shouldn't even think it."
"Does Sebastian get jealous?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then I won't mention it. But buying me all these jewels, dresses, shoes, and handbags is one thing, but all these cars? I barely have time to drive them, and I only just got my license. Isn't it a waste if I don't drive them?"
"You can drive them when you're free."
"Do all you rich folks enjoy this kind of things?"
"Stephanie, please don't stereotype the wealthy. You're one of us now."
She chuckled, "Sebastian, without the credit cards you gave me, I'd be nowhere near wealthy."
Sebastian followed with a chuckle.
Stephanie stopped in front of a pink sports car, reached up to grab the keys from the roof and hit the unlock button.
She opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.
Sebastian was worried, following her and taking a seat in the passenger side.
She had only recently gotten her license and was still not an experienced driver.
Especially with a sports car, whose speed was far surpassing that of a regular car.
"What are you doing, Sebastian?"
"Keeping an eye on you."
"Don't underestimate me, Sebastian. I'll drive slow, it'll be fine."
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