She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

125 He Stole My Soul

Scarlett’s POV

He NEVER sits with me. He is always by Ava’s side at the Fullers, and he is always across the table at our

house.

“Sebastian…” Ava mumbles, suddenly dropping her face when she was grinning so widely a second ago when Jack Fuller promised to pay for all the stuff I threw, “I, I want to–” She stands up, her plate in her

hands.

She wants to move over.

“Where else should I sit?” Sebastian sits straight with an arm on the back of my chair. He looks at me and not Ava when he points at the empty chair on his other side: “You know who this chair is for?”

Ava freezes where she is, staring at Sebastian so nervously in anticipation, her fingers on the edge of the plate are turning white.

I roll my eyes. Yeah. Sure. Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting beside you.

I grab my plate to move, but he grabs my wrist first: “That’s Anna’s seat and you know why?”

Both me and Ava are shocked frozen.

“Because a husband should sit by his wife,” He gives me a harmless smile, and I almost smash that coke

in his damn face!

Seriously?! I know he said that to stop Ava from coming over, but seriously?! The guy who has been purposely sitting with Ava when eating at the Fullers to humiliate me, is not telling me the husband should

sit with his wife?!

Ava puts her plate on the table with a heavy move. Everyone turns to look at her. Everyone except

Sebastian.

I think Sebastian’s new plan is to irritate Ava so much that she would murder me. Then he would be free of me without begging me!

“Ava Fuller,” Jack Fuller suddenly grunts. Just a name and he doesn’t even look up at her. But Ava budges. She lowers her head and murmurs: “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I fold my arms and look away. Even looking at the jerk’s face boils me. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“You sure you don’t want it?” Sebastian reaches over for the coke I pushed away, putting it by his left hand — as in, as far as it is from me — and glancing at me, “I will forgive you when you come to beg me for it.”

Beg for an ice coke? Ha! I don’t even drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do not eat spicy at all, so there can’t be–

“Buffalo wings!” Anna Fuller holds a big bowl of steamy chicken wings with both her hand, coming out of the kitchen with a bright smile, “It’s your favorite, Scar!” She puts it on my side of the table, “You need to thank Sebastian for it. I didn’t even know that you like spicy food!”

it.” ULY E

How did HE know?! I ONLY eat those when I am alone because Sebastian doesn’t touch spicy food at all, just like his Ava.

125 He Stole My Soul

I open my mouth wide. I can’t deny that somewhere deeply buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this specially for me, but when I look over that shred of gratitude turns into sulk–

The jerk keeps his long fingers around that single cup of ice coke on the table protectively as if worried I would steal it!

Hmph. I don’t need it. I won’t enjoy a meal with the Fullers anyway!

“I don’t believe that you made that!” I frown at him. My tone is a bit more sour than necessary at his protective gesture around the coke.

“I ordered it online and I heated it up and I put it in that bowl,” He smirks at me evilly, “Bite me.”

I don’t want to bite him. I want to bite my buffalo wings! I stare at them, saliva coming out of under my tongue as the smell triggers my memory of my good times with them from before.

I do want to eat them. And I do want that coke. The icy, stimulating bubbles of coke exploding on the tongue with the hot spicy chicken leaving a trace of fire a second before is THE best. The coke is the soul.

He stole my soul!!!

No! I can’t sell my soul just for a bowl of chicken wings! I won’t beg him and I will tell on him later and Aurora would make me as delicious buffalo wings without me having to beg a jerk for a cup of coke!

He puts the coke between us, saying nothing. I look at the coke and then at him, and he just smirks and

waits.

He is such a jerk!!!