Chapter 21
Daphne left the pharmacy while clutching her bag tightly.
Behind her, Wilson’s familiar, low voice called out It sounded colder than usual. “Don’t forget to
show up at the courthouse the day the cooling–off period ends to finalize the divorce.”
She smirked without looking back. He seemed to be in such a hurry and was probably counting
down the days on his calendar.
“Don’t worry. I want this over even more than you do.” Waving dismissively, she walked away, masking the disgust in her eyes.
Back in her car, Daphne leaned her head back, trying to ignore the pounding headache from a long, exhausting day. Her phone buzzed, and Sebastian’s voice on the other end immediately
brightened her mood.
“Daph, we found him.”
Her exhaustion evaporated as she straightened in her seat. “Where? I’ll come to you.”
Sebastian gave her an address. “Same place as last time–the private lounge at Starlight.”
Starlight was the bar where Daphne had gone to meet Wilson last time. This was her second visit, and she knew the place like the back of her hand.
When she stepped inside, a group of Sebastian’s friends stood to attention, greeting her warmly.
“Daphne, good to see you!”
“Hello, everyone!” Daphne replied, her tone polite yet firm.
Unlike her first visit, their friendliness no longer caught her off guard. She knew these guys were top–tier professionals.
One of them turned to Sebastian. “The IP address wasn’t hard to track. It’s amateur–level stuff. The
name registered to it is Zane Miller. Does that ring bell?”
The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Daphne couldn’t immediately place it.
I’m not sure, she admitted, frowning in thought.
Don’t worry,” Sebastian said, his tone relaxed. “Well dig deeper if you need it.”
Daphne clapped him on the shoulder, feigning exagerated admiration. “Sebastian, you’re so amazing and efficient!
Her voice caught as she tried to call him by his firs name:
Standing so close to him, Daphne finally noticed the details of his face–the sharp cut of his
features, the playful curve of his lips, and those mesmerizing, almond–shaped eyes that always seemed to be laughing.
Unlike Wilson, who always seemed distant and cold, Sebastian had a warmth that made him approachable–even when he was being insufferable.
“So, what’s your plan now?” Sebastian asked, leaning casually against the desk.
“I’m thinking…” she began, but her words trailed off as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her grip on Sebastian’s shoulder tightened instinctively to steady herself.
“Are you running a fever?”
Before she could protest, his cool fingers brushed her forehead
“I’m fine,” Daphne tried to say, but her voice faltered.
The next thing she knew, Sebastian had scooped her up in his arms, cradling her like she weighed nothing.
“You’re burning up,” he said, his brows furrowed in genuine concern.
Through the haze of her fever, Daphne thought she saw something unusual in his expression–a flicker of panic as though her condition had genuinely unsettled him.
When she woke, she found herself in a hospital bed. The sterile white walls and the faint hum of machines confirmed it.
Sebastian sat beside her with his arms crossed, his expression uncharacteristically serious.
“Did you not know you have low blood sugar?” he questioned furiously.
Daphne winced, feeling like a child caught misbehaving “I know. I just got busy.”
She sighed, remembering how Wilson had once hired a nutritionist to manage her meals. That,
too, had been taken away when he decided she wasn’t worth the effort anymore.
“Sorry if I scared you,” she said, offering Sebastian a weak smile.
