Chapter 82

082 Miss Serpent Scarlett’s POV Just great. I guess I have to meet with everyone I hate before I can get some peace.

Panting in a cold sweat, my sight is gradually coming back. But seeing Ava clearly with her hanging on Sebastian’s arm, I’d rather I had just blacked out.

“What are you doing here? Go back to your stretcher,” Sebastian frowns at Ava, worrisome pouring out of his eyes.

“I was worried about you...” Ava puts on a wronged, innocent tone, murmuring, “I heard shouting...are you okay?”

Now that her arms stopped bleeding, the queen of acting is back, too. I have never seen Ava lose her cool in front of Sebastian like that when the knife cut her, but what impresses me the most is how she can put her act back on as if that didn’t happen.

Nothing matters to her more than her fragile life, yet Sebastian would take her words when she shouted she never wanted my blood.

I guess she can do so because it can trick Sebastian.

You can’t wake up someone who fakes to be asleep.

“Can you two go and play your loving birds act somewhere else?” Adrian’s cold voice whitens Ava’s face. He grins at her reaction evilly before turning to me with just a greasy voice, mimicking Ava as he hands me a cup: “Have some water, you poor little thing.”

I almost burst into laughter. Goosebumps on my arms. I seriously don’t know how Sebastian can put up with that.

“Adrian Dunn!” Ava stomps her foot, angrily but elegantly, like a peevish little girl. The academy owes her a little golden statue.

“Not every man is stupid or blind enough to buy your gross acting,” Adrian pulls me into his arms, and rubs my shoulder when he feels my freezing cold skin. His warm action does not reduce the coldness in his voice as he keeps on at Ava, “I’ll be sure to let the chief know about your part in kidnapping Scar, Miss Serpent.”

Not to say that I’m not enjoying Adrian taking my side, but the secondhand embarrassment is too much to take, and I have to lower my head and take sips at my water.

1/2 +25 BONUS 082 Miss Serpent I have never seen any man being so mean and plain on Ava’s act.

Sebastian’s eyes nail on Adrian’s hand that’s rubbing my shoulder, but gripping the folder in his hand tight, he doesn’t make a comment.

“I didn’t do anything!” Ava’s eyes turn cold when she glares at Adrian, realizing he is. not her prey, but she manages to keep up her manner for Sebastian, “I’m the victim in this, too!”

“You were kidnapped because you showed intimacy with other people’s husband,” I remind her coldly, “I’d hardly call that victim.

Maybe...karma?”

Ava shoots her head at Sebastian with wronged tears twirling in her eyes. That’s how she demands punishments on me from her army.

“That was my fault,” To all of our surprise, Sebastian doesn’t fight for her, but says with a heavy tone, he doesn’t look at Ava, but looks at me with apologizing didn’t honor our marriage to my best, and I was wrong. I never acted on it for real, if that makes any difference to you.”

I purse my lips, giving him a calm look. I don’t want to mention that fucking kiss, it’s going to low.

“I guess not...” Sebastian says with a bitter laugh, his throat rolling but for a moment, no words come out of him, “...I should have kept my distance from Ava, and I’m willing to pay for the harm we brought upon you-”

Fury burst out in my chest when he took Ava’s part on his head. I don’t even know when I fucking care at this point. What an apology when he puts me, his lawful wife on one side, and himself and his mistress on the other?!

Just because he loves her, he can humiliate my love for him without care?

“What she owes me, I WILL take back on my own!” I can no longer remain sitting in the burning anger, “You could hurt me because I loved you! You could tread on my dignity by showing her off in your arms because I loved you! And your apology is to take punishment in HER place?! Good for you, Sebastian Knight!”

Sebastian blurts in haste: “That’s not what I meant-”

“You know he meant well and you are just using his guilt as your vicious weapon to hurt him!” Ava pulls Sebastian back to her side, pouting in a protecting posture.

Beautiful.