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The man’s gaze was cold. If he had shown even a shred of softness towards her before, now, not a hint of hesitation remained.
Now he only found her disgusting, that he had actually done so much for her, constantly hurting Aurora.
Sebastian’s fingers clenched, his expression full of coldness, making Isabelle feel fearful. She had never seen Sebastian like this; he had always been so good to her, always granting her wishes. It was all because of that woman, Aurora!
Isabelle’s glare was venomous, wishing she could slice Aurora into a thousand pieces, Sebastian naturally saw it.
He only hated himself, for only now seeing the other’s true colors, letting Aurora suffer so much injustice for nothing.
He gave a cold laugh, making people tremble with fear.
“Now it’s time to return everything to Aurora.”
With that said, he grabbed her, wanting to drag her out. The man’s angry appearance scared Isabelle. She couldn’t care less about her dignity, struggling frantically, but she couldn’t break free no matter what.
She was dragged outside, to the office doorway, then a few bodyguards came over and held her down.
“Since you like making people kneel, then you’ll kneel until tomorrow.”
He ordered the bodyguards to watch her, ignoring Isabelle’s cries behind him, and turned to leave.
His heart was now completely filled with Aurora, and once he admitted he loved her, he realized how terribly wrong he had been all along.
Even though he had long been inseparable from her during their four years of daily life together, he refused to admit it, only realizing his regret when he was about to completely lose her.
In the
car,
he fiercely slammed the steering wheel, then frantically threw out all the decorations Isabelle had left in the car; these were all things Aurora disliked, and he had to clean them all out!
Whether it was the dolls in the car, or the seat cushions, or the snacks he specifically bought, they were all carelessly thrown out by him, but no matter how he looked at it, this car no longer held any memories of him and Aurora.
Even though they had been so wild in the car so many times, yet he couldn’t find a single trace of her.
At this moment, Sebastian finally understood what it meant to feel as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He couldn’t take it anymore, smashing his car until it was unrecognizable, venting his inner rage, and then drove another car back to the villa.
Even here, it was the same; everything had changed into what Isabelle liked.
of history.
She had only been back for a short month, yet she had already overshadowed Aurora’s four years Bastian’s eyes were red. He stood in the villa, feeling like he couldn’t breathe. Those dazzling pink colors were like knives cutting into his heart, slice by
slice.
He desperately searched for anything Aurora had left behind, even just a hair tie would do, but there was nothing.
His helplessness reached its peak, and he could only vent by smashing everything inside to pieces.
He didn’t dare to rest; once he closed his eyes, Aurora would appear in his mind.
That day, he clearly saw her packing, but he didn’t stop her, watching helplessly as she took everything, leaving nothing behind.
“Ah!!” He roared in pain, wishing he could go back in time to ask himself, you didn’t want her to go–so why did you just stand there and let her?
He just sat there in the villa all night, soaking up the last bit of warmth from Aurora, until dawn when his assistant came over.
“Mr. Hawthorne, it’s time to head to the office, Miss Monroe is still waiting for you.”
He subtly reminded him, Sebastian raised his bloodshot eyes, his heart filled with nothing but hatred.
If it weren’t for Isabelle, how could Aurora possibly have left him?
All of this is Isabelle’s fault.
“Drive, to the company.” he said, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.
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