Kneeling for a Second Chance (Sebastian and Valeria) novel Chapter 101

Sebastian's gaze darkened as he watched Valeria hurry downstairs with her keys in hand to unlock Lucy's front door.

He felt it might be better to drink himself to death than to stay in this half-drunk, half-sober state.

That phone call from Shane had felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over him. For the moment, reason took the upper hand.

Leaning against the doorway, Sebastian lit a cigarette. When the smoke touched the cut on his lip, he couldn't help but hiss in pain.

He knew what he had been doing. He'd already kissed her and didn't particularly regret it.

Originally, he had just been hit by the inexplicable urge to come over and give her a box of chocolates.

If anything were to blame, it was Valeria's waist for being too soft and her for being too kind. If she had just stood there and watched him collapse to the ground, locking him outside, then nothing would have happened.

There was a difference in strength between Sebastian and Valeria. When she glared at him so hard that her eyes turned red, Sebastian had actually wanted to let her go.

He didn't want Valeria to hate him.

But the moment he touched her, he felt his blood boil, and all his reason slipped away.

Whether it was right or not, he had already kissed her.

Sebastian's gaze fell on a pair of men's slippers sitting in the top section of the shoe cabinet by the door. The more he looked at them, the more they irritated him.

He clicked the ash from his half-smoked cigarette and pressed the glowing tip onto the slippers, and the air filled with the faint smell of something singed.

"Mr. Grant." Sebastian suddenly heard Selena behind him.

She sounded so soft, like she had just woken up.

Sebastian's back went rigid. It felt as though he had just been caught doing something shameful by that little angel.

Sebastian turned his head stiffly.

The hallway was unlit, but the room inside was warm and bright. In the living room stood a little girl holding a pink bunny plush toy.

Selena was wearing pink pajamas, and her hair was a mess. She looked just like a beautiful little angel as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Mr. Grant, what are you doing in my house?"

Sebastian instinctively blocked the doorway.

Of course, he didn't think he was any sort of upright, proper figure in Selena's eyes, but he still didn't want Selena to see him doing anything shameful.

A child's world should always be kept pure and innocent.

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