Horace spoke up. "Miss, Sebastian is at thepany."


    "He''s still at the office at this hour? Hasn''t he had any social engagementstely?"


    Joanna felt a twinge of resentment. She had enjoyed Sebastian''s doting affection for over a decade, and his sudden coldness was unsettling.


    She had been too hasty, never expecting Natalie to retaliate so suddenly and expose her schemes to Sebastian.


    And Sebastian had actually believed Natalie.


    “He has engagements, but he''s been staying at the office," Horace replied.


    Joanna said softly, "Let''s go see him. His connections will be very useful to us." Before Sebastianpletely despised her, she had to swallow her pride and leverage hiswork.


    ...


    After returning from his encounter with Natalie, Sebastian had been on edge.


    He couldn''t focus on work. He sat restlessly in his swivel chair, staring out at the snow.


    The memory of Natalie''s satisfied expression made him want tosh out.


    He had spent the entire day staring at the snow, unable to get any work done.


    He had known for a while that Natalie hated him.


    But today, for some reason, it bothered him immensely.


    She was the one who had said she loved him, but just because of those photos, because of Joanna, she had stopped.


    So much for her love.


    Whether she loved him or not, it had nothing to do with him.


    From the beginning, she had willingly been his pawn.


    Sebastian tried to convince himself of this, hoping it would ease the turmoil in his heart, but it only made him more agitated.


    Sebastian frowned as a dull ache spread through his stomach. He realized he hadn''t even eaten breakfast today.


    Ever since Natalie left, he hadn''t been eating properly.


    Except for that one time he had shamelessly gone to her house and had a full meal.


    In just two years, he had grown ustomed to Natalie''s care. She had been gone for almost a year, but he stiff couldn''t forget how well she had taken care of him.


    He checked the time on his phone. It was already past six, and he was starving.


    He stood up, about to ask Sean to get him something to eat.


    Just then, Sean came in. "Sir, Ms. Scott is here."


    Sebastian nodded slightly. "Let her in."


    If he continued to dote on Joanna, would Nataliee storming in to confront him, demanding to know where that left her, his wife?


    Would Natalie, like she used to, demand that he stop seeing Joanna?


    Sean was taken aback. He looked at Sebastian''s troubled expression and shook his


    head slightly. The first love always mattered the most.


    No matter who she was, in his heart, she was still the best.


    After Sean left, Joanna walked in with a radiant smile.


    “Sebastian, I heard you were still working, so I came to see you. Shall we get some dinner together?"


    Joanna asked, testing the waters.


    Sebastian nced at her smile and gave a faint nod.


    "Let''s go." He picked up his coat from the sofa and strode forward.


    Joanna''s heart leaped with joy. She knew it. The bond they had shared since childhood couldn''t just be forgotten.


    As she watched his tall figure, her eyes burned with desire and infatuation.


    She considered herself to have a good figure, a beautiful face, and a gentle, caring nature, yet Sebastian still wouldn''t give her a second


    dance.


    He was tall with broad shoulders and a strong-looking waist. Even after his leg


    injury, he still looked powerful.


    He had an incredible physique, and


    he was always so clean. But unfortunately, their contact had never gone beyond simple physical.


    touch. He had never been willing to truly be with her.


    Sebastian took Joanna to a food za for dinner.


    He was wondering how he could make sure Natalie found out.