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"Sebastian," my voice was bitter on my tongue as I looked at him, who had just returned.

He just glanced at me lazily while I put on my biggest smile.

"You're home early," I said kindly, trying to be more familiar with him.

"Hmm," he replied briefly. He handed over his suit and briefcase to me unceremoniously. His expression seemed reluctant to linger with me.

"How was your work today? Is it good?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to shower first or have a dinner? I've prepared your favorite menu, it's-"

"Shower." He cut me off.

"Okay. I'll prepare warm water for you and your clothes, then. Wait a minute-"

"Isabella, please stop babbling." Sebastian's voice dripped with coldness. "I can take care of myself. So, please. Instead of you being busy with useless things like this. It's better for you to get out of my sight."

I squeezed my fingers tightly. Pain hit me as my nails dug into my skin. "But, Sebastian-"

"I don't want to hear anything from you." He cut in again, looking at me sharply.

I took