“Who was that?” Sebastian Chesson turned around and frowned at me.
I hung up and saw Roxanne Lloyd’s smug expression. However, I didn’t make a scene. I simply said, “It was a telemarketer.”
Sebastian didn’t say whether he believed me. His sharp eyes scanned me seriously. “It looks like your injuries aren’t too bad.”
My left arm was in a sling, my face was scraped, and I was limping. He was the same man who used to tear up if I so much as cut a finger.
Now all I got was a flat “not too bad”. My chest tightened, and my heart shrank from the cold.
Sebastian turned back to Roxanne, his expression soft. “Rox was injured in an earthquake while volunteering as a teacher in a remote area. She didn’t have any family nearby, so I brought her home to take care of her.”
Roxanne leaned into Sebastian and put on a fragile act. “Tessa, you know I don’t have family here. I only have my teacher. You wouldn’t make me leave, would you?”
I didn’t shout or cause a scene. Instead, I just said calmly, “Sure. Of course.”
Then I left the room, sat down in the living room, and texted my best friend, who is a lawyer, to help draft the divorce papers.
The whole afternoon passed without Sebastian or Roxanne leaving the bedroom.
It wasn’t until around dinnertime that Sebastian finally came out with a scowl after noticing that I hadn’t called him for dinner. “Isn’t dinner ready yet? Rox is still recovering, and she shouldn’t be starving…”
He cut himself off mid-sentence, perhaps suddenly realizing that I was injured too.
I caught the brief flicker of guilt on his face, but I didn’t feel anything. I asked, “Where’s Lilian?”
He came downstairs and entered the kitchen. “Rox isn’t used to strangers in the house. And since you were away on a trip, I gave Lilian the day off.”
So it turned out that I came back to play maid for the two of them.
My phone buzzed with a notification. I received a half-naked photo of someone in a bath sent by that rogue, with the caption: “Ms. Sinclair, my chest hurts. Can you help me check it out?”
I couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at my lips.
Sebastian happened to turn his head and caught sight of it. His face darkened. “Who are you talking to that’s making you smile like that? Let me see your phone.”
He was already marching over, ready to interrogate me.
But before he could reach me, Roxanne leaned over the railing from the second floor and said playfully, “Mr. Chesson, I’m hungry. Why don’t we go out to eat?”
Just like that, he forgot all about my phone and smiled up at her. “Sure. Go get changed. I’ll take you.”
When I saw what she changed into, my eyes narrowed. It was the first luxurious red dress Sebastian bought me after reconnecting with the Chesson family.
I felt like ants were gnawing at my chest. My voice was cold as I demanded, “Take it off.”
Roxanne turned to Sebastian with a wounded expression.
Sebastian’s voice dropped to an icy tone as he tossed me a bank card. “It’s just a dress. There’s a hundred grand on that. Go buy a new one.”
Then he left with her. He did not ask me once if I had already eaten.
I spaced out for a while. My stomach had always been weak, and when money was tight back in the day, Sebastian used to nag me to eat three meals a day.
