Sebastian looked flustered. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but in the end, he said nothing. Instead, he just stared at me with an almost pitiful expression.
Seeing him like this, I suddenly had a moment of clarity—was this how I looked back when I used to go looking for him, making a scene? No wonder he hated it. It really was pathetic.
That thought crossed my mind, and I didn't bother keeping it to myself. The moment I said it out loud, I saw his expression shift, his face clouding over. But in the end, he still didn't say a word and simply walked away.
Yet after that, he started calling me nonstop. And the most frequent thing he asked about? His clothes.
I let out a bitter laugh. I used to be like his personal maid, picking up after him no matter how much of a mess he made. I ev
