The man frowned slightly, thinking, "Sebastian's sister isn't married, is she? She must be playing hard to get."
"But I only want to dance with you tonight," he said with a charming smile and sat beside me.
Before I could respond, a cold yet melodious voice spoke from behind. "With whom exactly do you plan on dancing? I'm still here, you know. Are you trying to steal my wife right in front of me?"
I sprang up and walked over to Sebastian, wrapping my arm around his and sweetly calling out, "Honey!"
The man's face went pale with shock as he stammered, "Aren't you... aren't you Mr. Hemsworth's sister? Why are you calling him... honey?"
"My sister's in France," Sebastian replied, his tone calm enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat. "What, are you planning to marry my sister and take our last name?"
The man's face flushed bright red. He quickly bowed to me in apology. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hemsworth, I didn't recognize you and offended you. Please forgive me."
"It's alright." I maintained the perfect smile of a lady.
Sebastian scoffed, "Whether it's Elena or my wife, neither is someone you should be fantasizing about. As for punishment, the deal for that plot of land in Westfield is off. If it happens again, the Michelson Group will be in trouble."
"Mr. Hemsworth, we've been negotiating for that land in Westfield for a long time. Please reconsider..." Sebastian's cold glance silenced the man.
The man swallowed nervously, decided to give up, and left.
Sebastian looked down at me, his arm wrapped around my waist, his rough fingers tracing my skin. His voice was deep and magnetic. "Can't you behave?"
"I am behaving!" I blinked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Just don't dock my salary, okay?"
He glanced at me, smiling, "Can you think about something other than money for once?"
"I do think about other things, like... you," I said sweetly, clinging to his arm.
His expression softened a bit. "Oh? And what do you think about me?"
"I think about your money," I answered with utmost honesty.
He looked down at me, his gaze cold as ice, suppressing his anger. "Then keep thinking!"
With that, he let go of me and walked away.
"Hey, wait!" I hurried after him. "I'm wearing heels. Slow down!"
Sebastian didn't respond, but his pace slowed, and he opened the car door for me.
I thought, "Hmph, man. Saying one thing but meaning another.
I got into the car with him.