On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 39: This is my wife! You’re the one who should get lost
The moment I heard there was gossip, I immediately looked up at him.
Sebastian Forrest placed the clean dishes in the cabinet before pulling off his apron. Underneath, he wore a white shirt and black trousers. A solid black belt cinched his trim waist, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow hips. The firm muscles beneath his clothes were faintly visible.
He exuded a distinctly masculine power and a palpable virility.
I averted my gaze, feeling a little uncomfortable. It was only then that I realized how cramped the kitchen was. I quickly backed out and turned to get the tea set to brew some tea for Sebastian Forrest.
Sebastian Forrest took the cup I handed him, sipped it lightly, then raised an eyebrow. "Did you buy new tea?"
I nodded quickly. "Yes."
’After all, I couldn’t have him keep drinking that cheap tea.’
Sebastian Forrest stared intently at me, his dark eyes exceptionally bright, and it seemed as if a strange light was shimmering in their depths.
His stare made me flustered, and just as I was about to speak, Sebastian Forrest let out a soft chuckle. "Do you still want to hear the gossip?"
I nodded. "What’s the gossip?"
Sebastian Forrest didn’t drag it out. "Clara Langley’s ex-husband has returned to the country for treatment. And Vincent Lombard was the one who handled his hospital admission."
?
I blinked, a little stunned. I understood every word Sebastian Forrest said, but I couldn’t quite grasp the meaning when they were all put together.
’Clara Langley’s ex-husband is back for treatment, and Vincent Lombard was the one who handled his admission?’
’I knew Vincent Lombard had always doted on Clara Langley because she was the daughter of his old flame, but I never imagined he’d extend that care to her ex-husband.’
’Is this what they call ’love me, love my dog’?’
"Clara Langley isn’t planning on getting back together with her ex-husband, is she?" I speculated.
’She already found out she’s pregnant, and her last hospital visit clearly wasn’t for an abortion. She must want to keep the baby...’
’And with her ex-husband back in the country now, they’re probably going to get back together.’
But Sebastian Forrest just smiled noncommittally.
I gave him a puzzled look, getting the sense that he knew more than he was letting on.
"Am I wrong?" I retorted.
Sebastian Forrest shook his head, the corners of his lips curling into a slight smile. "That, I don’t know."
Since he wasn’t talking, I didn’t press the issue. It was just a piece of gossip, after all. And since it was about Clara Langley, I couldn’t be bothered to investigate further.
A gentle aroma of tea filled the room. The afternoon sun cast a few slivers of light, creating a comfortable and pleasant atmosphere.
Just as Sebastian Forrest and I were chatting idly, however, my phone on the table suddenly began to vibrate.
I instinctively glanced at the caller ID: Theodore Grant.
But before I could react, Sebastian Forrest, who had been toying with a silver lighter, let out a sudden CLICK, igniting a low flame.
I glanced at him instinctively before declining the call.
BING!
But then, a text message came in from Theodore Grant: [Come down! I’m downstairs!]
I furrowed my brow slightly. I hadn’t expected Theodore Grant to be so annoyingly persistent.
I simply placed my phone face down, figuring out of sight, out of mind.
"Theodore Grant’s here?" Sebastian Forrest had obviously seen the text. He asked in a low voice.
"Don’t mind him. He’ll get tired and leave on his own."
It had been like this for the past few days.
Whenever Theodore Grant had been drinking, he would show up downstairs every other day or so, calling for me to come down.
It was annoying at first, but now I just don’t pay it any mind.
He always leaves eventually if I wait long enough.
To be honest, I don’t know why Theodore Grant has suddenly become a completely different person. It used to be me chasing after him, while he ignored me completely, treating me with icy indifference.
Now the roles were completely reversed.
Sebastian Forrest lowered his gaze and took a sip of his tea. "Do you want me to get rid of him for you?"
"No, it’s fine." I shook my head. "Just let him be."
’Besides, I already owe Sebastian Forrest too much. If this keeps up, it’ll take me forever to pay him back.’
But just then, there was a sudden knock on the door. Theodore Grant’s voice came from the other side. "Chelsea, I know you’re in there. Open up."
BANG! BANG! BANG! The successive pounds on the door were deafening.
I took a deep breath, the constant harassment starting to get to me.
’But I just finished getting everything set up here. It would be such a hassle to move again...’
While I was lost in thought, Sebastian Forrest, who had been sitting across from me, suddenly got up. He crossed to the door in a few strides and yanked it open.
"Chel... Sebastian Forrest? What are you doing here?" When Theodore Grant saw that it wasn’t me who had opened the door, his expression instantly darkened.
Sebastian Forrest leaned against the doorframe. "I should be asking you that," he said nonchalantly.
As he spoke, he scanned Theodore Grant from head to toe, his gaze finally landing on the large bag in his hand. "What’s in the bag?"
"None of your business!" Theodore Grant snapped, then looked over at me. "Chelsea, I just bought you some medicine. You need to treat those scratches on your hand right away, otherwise they’ll get inflamed and infected..."
"Scratches?" Sebastian Forrest latched onto the word, his brow furrowing as he turned to look at me.
I looked away, uncomfortable under his gaze. Taking a deep breath, I turned to Theodore Grant coldly. "You don’t need to worry about this. Just go look after your dear friend Clara Langley."
"Chelsea..."
Theodore Grant instinctively tried to step inside but was blocked by Sebastian Forrest, who demanded in a low voice, "Was it Clara Langley who scratched Chelsea?"
Theodore Grant pressed his lips together and didn’t speak.
To Sebastian Forrest, his silence was as good as a confession.
"I’m fucking asking you a question!" Sebastian Forrest suddenly grabbed Theodore Grant by the collar and violently shoved him out the door.
With a dull THUD, Theodore Grant’s back slammed hard against the opposite wall!
I jumped at Sebastian Forrest’s sudden move. Afraid they were about to start fighting, I rushed forward and grabbed his arm. "Senior Forrest..."
Sebastian Forrest’s gaze fell to my hand. Only then did he release Theodore Grant’s collar, roaring, "Get lost!"
As his collar was abruptly released, Theodore Grant sagged against the wall, gasping for air. He glared venomously at Sebastian Forrest, his expression twisting into a savage snarl. He looked for all the world like a husband catching his wife in the act of cheating!
"Sebastian Forrest, she’s my wife! You’re the one who should get the hell out! Don’t you know the basic rule? You don’t mess with your buddy’s wife!"
Sebastian Forrest’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a cold laugh. "So? Helping her get a divorce means I have ulterior motives?"
Theodore Grant ground his teeth. "There’s a saying: better to tear down ten temples than to ruin one marriage! Who in their right mind goes around helping people get divorced?"
Sebastian Forrest’s dark eyes swirled like an abyss, but his expression remained perfectly calm. "Why not? I am."
"Then I’d advise you to give up right now! I will never divorce Chelsea Joyce!"
"That’s not up to you!"
