He nodded, seeming to believe it. But then he said something that made my stomach clench again.
“Someone messaged you just now, asking when you’ll be back on the racetrack.”
He got up and walked toward me, his voice low. “What racetrack? I don’t remember hearing about this.”
I cut him off before he could dig further. “It’s just some in-game chat about a virtual race. Don’t overthink it.”
He stared at me for a moment, like he couldn’t decide whether to believe me or not. But in the end, he dropped it.
I lay down on the bed, hoping he’d leave.
Instead, the next thing I felt was his arm sliding around my waist.
I gasped, immediately pushing him back with both hands.
His brows furrowed at my reaction, sharp and panicked.
I used to be the one who craved his affection, who clung to every little bit of warmth he offered. But what did I just do?
His breath was hot against my ear as he leaned closer.
But I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved him away, breathing heavily. “Sorry, I’m not feeling well tonight.”
Polly's POV
Sebastian looked stunned when I pushed him away, but after hearing my excuse, his expression finally softened.
“If that’s the case, then rest up. Adele and I probably won’t be home tomorrow night, so don’t worry about dinner.”
With that, he turned and left the room.
The next morning, I received a new message from that person.
[Are you ready? I’ll be there tonight.]
Reading it, I let out a quiet breath. It was probably the best thing I’d heard in days.
By lunchtime, it was just me and Christian at home. After he finished his soup, I glanced at his bowl.
“You want more?” I asked.
He licked his lips, gave me a sideways look, and snapped, “No!”
I looked away and responded with a simple, indifferent, “Okay.”
As I started clearing the dishes, he suddenly walked over and tugged at the hem of my shirt.
“Your food’s really good,” he mumbled, “but I still don’t agree to you being my mom. But I guess I’m okay with you staying in our house.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “As what? A maid?”
He hesitated, but then spat, “What else? My dad’s amazing. What makes someone like you think you’re good enough to marry him? Once my dad and Auntie Adele get married, you can keep living here as our maid. I’ve seen him secretly preparing the wedding. Auntie Adele is so pretty, and she even knows how to race. She’ll look like a real fairy in a wedding dress. Only she is good enough to be my mom.”