Chapter 7

Sebastian first went to the doctor's office and inquired about Zoe's test results. When he returned to the ward, Isabella was awake, bending over to cover Zoe with a blanket.

When she heard a sound, she turned around, her eyes still filled with a sleepy daze. "Mr. Landon."

Her voice was soft, and it made his heart soften, too. Sebastian nodded gently. "Thank you for taking care of Zoe."

He had guessed why she hadn't left. Zoe wouldn't just praise anyone easily, so it was evident that Isabella had some excellent qualities.

"You don't have to be so polite. I didn't do much. Besides... you got me lunch today."

She had eaten his lunch and didn't want to owe him any favors, so it wasn't hard for her to help take care of Zoe.

Sebastian looked at her and asked, "How did lunch taste?"

"Huh?" Isabella didn't expect him to ask that and was stunned for a moment. She said somewhat embarrassedly, "It was pretty good, just a bit bland."

"Yes." Sebastian wasn't angry and calmly accepted her opinion. He explained, "My grandmother can't eat too much salt, so I put less in."

Isabella was surprised. "So you made that soup?"

Before Sebastian could answer, Zoe's voice rang out. "He made it. He doesn't just know how to make soup. He can also cook, do laundry, change light bulbs, and repair appliances. When you have time, come to our house and see his skills."

Isabella turned around. Zoe, who had been sleeping soundly just a moment ago, had opened her eyes and was smiling at Sebastian and Isabella.

Isabella had to compliment him when she heard that. "You're really amazing, Mr. Landon."

She had seen many people who were good at work but lacking in life skills. But obviously, Sebastian was not one of those people. He was very capable in his daily life, which was not what she expected from a workaholic CEO.

Sebastian didn't respond but opened the lunchbox for Zoe.

Zoe waved her hand. "I already had dinner."

"You had dinner already?" Sebastian was somewhat surprised. Zoe was even pickier than him when it came to food, and she usually never ate outside.

Zoe smiled and said, "Isabella's sister came to deliver dinner. I ate with them."

Sebastian put away the lunchbox. "Let me wipe your face then."

"No need. Isabella already helped me with that. You don't have to."

Sebastian was speechless.

Isabella picked up her bag. "It's getting late, Mr. Landon, so I'll head back now. Goodbye, Zoe."

"Goodbye, goodbye," Zoe smiled and waved at her as she left.

As soon as Isabella left, Sebastian chuckled and said, "You seem to really like Isabella, don't you?

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"I do like her. What about you? Do you like her too?" With no one else around, Zoe became more straightforward. "I've done some investigating, and Isabella broke up with her boyfriend. She's single now. If you want to do something, you should act fast."

Sebastian looked helpless.

Isabella stood outside the hospital, waiting for a car. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and icy rain hit her face. She instinctively raised her hand to shield herself, but someone pulled it away.

As Isabella smelled the man's fragrance, she stared blankly at the person in front of her. "Mr. Landon?"

Sebastian held her wrist. Her skin was softer than he had imagined, and he couldn't help but want to squeeze it. He suppressed his impulsive thoughts and whispered, "Why do you blush every time you see me?"

Isabella felt shy when she heard that. "I... I'm just... just..."

She struggled to finish her sentence, but Sebastian didn't interrupt her. He just silently watched her, enjoying the sight of her rosy cheeks.

A breeze blew, and he caught Isabella's unique scent. His eyes narrowed instantly. With a little force, he pulled Isabella toward him, causing her to collide with his embrace.

Before Isabella could react, he lowered his head and smelled her neck.

"Mr. Landon!" Isabella exclaimed with wide eyes.

She felt a cooling sensation on her neck. Sebastian's nose lightly brushed against her neck.

Isabella's heart raced. She pushed Sebastian away and hurriedly ran into the rain...

Forty minutes later, she returned to her dorm room.

Isabella was drenched from head to toe. As she climbed up the stairs, she took out her key to open the door but saw someone standing at the entrance of the dorm.

Isabella's legs went weak. She stopped in her tracks and couldn't move forward.

Sebastian stubbed out his cigarette and approached her.

His tall figure gradually approached her. Isabella wanted to run, but she was frozen in place. She could only watch him come closer, and in a hoarse voice, she called out, "Mr. Landon."

Isabella was completely soaked. The rain dripped down her hair and clothes, and the ground quickly became wet. Her eyes were slightly red. Feeling cold, she shivered.

"Why did you run away?" Sebastian's anger disappeared as soon as he spoke. That fragile little girl just couldn't make him angry. He only wanted to protect her.

Sebastian apologized since he felt guilty for scaring her at the hospital. "I'm sorry. I went too far. I didn't mean anything by it, I just happened to smell your perfume... Can you tell me, was it you that night?"

His gaze locked onto her as if it carried flames. It seemed like even though Isabella was wet, he could ignite her in an instant.

Isabella shook her head and stepped back. "I... don't know what you're talking about."

Sebastian reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding her firmly and preventing her from retreating. His gaze was fixed on her. He asked, "Was it you who entered my tent on the night of the camping trip?"

"It wasn't me..." Isabella denied.

Sebastian fell silent for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Do you dare prove it to me?"

Isabella widened her eyes, her pupils flickering. After a long time, she answered, "I do!"

As soon as the dormitory door closed, the room fell into darkness.

The light switch clicked.

Isabella turned on the desk lamp, making the surroundings a bit brighter.

She slowly turned her back, unbuttoning her buttons one by one. Sebastian stood behind the door, staring at her.

That woman from that night had left many fingerprints on him; they were marks she had left behind in extreme pleasure. Sebastian remembered that he hadn't been gentle either; he had also left his mark on the woman. If Isabella was that woman, there would definitely be traces on her body!