novelxo Chapter 459 Lesson
Sebastian stepped out of the car, confident he had slipped away unnoticed.
But as he entered the living room and quietly changed his shoes, he froze at the sight of Molly sleeping soundly on the sofa.
He thought, 'What is she doing here? Is she waiting for me?'
After changing his shoes, he washed the blood off his hands in the bathroom, then walked back to the living room, where he gazed at Molly.
He sat down at the edge of the table, his eyes locked on her peaceful form. Memories of her flooded his mind-both the sweet and the frustrating moments. Each of her faces danced like a sprite in his heart, stirring his emotions. Even when she infuriated him, a gentle and affectionate "Sebastian" had the power to dissolve all his anger in an instant.
Sebastian was resolute with everyone else, but he wavered when it came to her.
He could be cold and unfeeling to everyone else, but he indulged her alone.
Fearing someone might take her away, he showered her with affection, making sure she was a headstrong girl only he could tame.
All he wanted was to be the most special and unique person in her heart.
And at some point, she had already become his only one.
When Alan entertained the idea of harming Molly, Sebastian swiftly intervened to quash that notion before it could materialize into action.
He bent down, gently lifted her arm, slowly slid his hand under her back, and skillfully wrapped his other arm around her legs. He stood up, holding the soundly sleeping Molly.
Molly stirred, feeling uncomfortable as she awoke. She frowned and blinked groggily, her eyes slowly opening. "Sebastian?"
She rubbed her eyes, shaking off the sleepiness, and opened her eyes wide. "Sebastian, you're back."
She wrapped her arms around Sebastian's neck. "Sebastian, where did you go? I was so worried."
Sebastian teased, "Worried, huh? You were snoring."
Molly fell silent.
Sebastian let out a soft laugh near Molly's ear, a deep, magnetic laugh that was uniquely seductive, subtly stirring her heartstrings.
Molly could hear her own nervous heartbeat.
Sebastian, holding the now-awake Molly, walked through the living room and up the stairs.
Molly was so light that carrying her was effortless.
"Sebastian, did you get into a fight?"
Sebastian said, "I'm a cop; I don't fight."
Molly didn't believe him anyway.
Sebastian inquired, "When did you figure out I wasn't home?"
Molly responded, "I heard the noise while you were driving."
Sebastian chuckled once more. Despite his caution, he hadn't anticipated his car giving him away.
He escorted her to the bedroom entrance and gently placed her down. "Tonight, you can rest undisturbed." Molly whispered, "Sebastian."
"What is it?"
In the dim room, Sebastian's question made Molly nervous and dry-mouthed.
"Nothing."
"Go to sleep." Sebastian patted her shoulder and opened the bedroom door for her.
Molly blinked quickly and blurted out, "Do you want me to kiss you?"
Sebastian was at a loss for words.
Molly was then pushed back into the bedroom by Sebastian, and the door was shut forcefully.
Molly murmured, "I meant on the cheek, Sebastian."
Sebastian was already gone.
Molly pouted, "Whatever, I'll save the kisses for Vera's kids then."
Since Sebastian was back, she also fell into bed and went to sleep.
Given the events of the previous night, Molly was still sound asleep at 7:30 AM, even though her class started at 8.
Ellie had called her multiple times, but to no avail. Then she sighed, "Sebastian, you go wake her up."
Sebastian got up, went to the kitchen, and came out with a pot lid in one hand and a spatula in the other, heading upstairs.
Zoey, Max, Timothy, and Ellie looked on in bewilderment, unsure of what Sebastian was up to.
Soon, loud noises came from Molly's bedroom. It was the sound of Sebastian banging the spatula against the pot lid, creating an ear-piercing noise. Then they heard Molly, who no one could wake up, shout, "I'm up, Sebastian. I'm up. Stop banging."
In three minutes, Molly was in the living room, looking disheveled.
Ellie was shocked, and Timothy found his newspaper uninteresting.
Zoey and Max looked at Sebastian in disbelief, who held the pot lid in one hand and the spatula in the other.
Sebastian's means were consistently unexpected.
He handed the pot lid and spatula to a servant and asked Ellie, "Did you learn it?"
Ellie nodded. "Yes."
Sebastian sat in his seat, looking at the empty spot next to him. "Sit down and eat."
Molly's head was still ringing with the noise of the spatula hitting the pot lid. She shook her head. "I'll go freshen up." Sebastian ordered, "Seven minutes. Finish freshening up and change your clothes."
Molly quickly escaped to the bathroom. Sebastian told the servant, "Pack Molly's breakfast for her to eat on the way." The servant hurried to do it.
With years of service in the Chase household, they understood that Patrick was the most adept at handling Molly. At 7:40, Molly got into the Sebastian's car to school.
After Molly left, Ellie smiled and said to Timothy, "Honey, Sebastian is so smart."
Timothy nodded. "Yeah, but poor Molly does get a raw deal."
Ellie teased, "There has to be someone in the family that Molly is afraid of."
With that, Timothy and Ellie each drove to work.
Early in the morning, at the Olteran Group.
"Mr. Olteran, Alan is in the hospital again." Sophia informed Patrick of the news she received this morning.
Vera, who was accompanying Patrick to work, said, "Really? Why 'again'?"
Sophia glanced at Vera and then looked at Patrick. "Last night, his car broke down halfway, and there was a riot nearby. He got injured again." Patrick looked at Vera, then nodded slightly to Sophia, and glanced outside the office.
Having worked with Patrick for many years, Sophia understood his meaning with just a look. "I'll get back to work then."
After Sophia left, Vera went to Patrick's side. "Did you go out to fight last night?"
Patrick smiled. "You were clinging to me last night. Did I have time?"
Vera guessed, "If it wasn't you, then it was Sebastian."
Patrick didn't hide it from Vera. "Keep it down. I'll call and ask."
With that, Patrick called Sebastian. "What did Molly tell you this time?"
"She didn't say anything. I just needed to teach Alan a lesson, to warn him not to court death."