"Herbert." Natalie parked the car and got out.


    Seeing how anxious she was, Herbert reassured her, "Don''t worry, don''t worry. I''m here."


    He and his assistant went over, carefully helped Mrs. Wilson out of the back seat, and ced her on a gurney.


    The three of them quickly pushed Mrs. Wilson to the examination room.


    ***


    At eleven in the morning.


    Sebastian came out of his morning meeting, nced at the time, and then at his phone. Natalie hadn''t called him.


    Before she left, even when they were fighting, Natalie would still remember to send him a message, reminding him to eat. In the winter, knowing he had stomach problems, she would always have soup ready for him when he got home.


    He opened his phone and looked at their message thread. Thest exchange was nine months ago.


    Most of the messages were from Natalie. He had rarely replied, or just sent a curt "Mm" to cate her.


    Sebastian irritably tossed his phone aside. Had he really treated Natalie that way?


    There were countless men in the world. Without him, plenty of others would be lining up to treat Natalie well.


    She was beautiful and more than capable. If she wanted, any number of men would stop for her.


    But in his life, Natalie was the only one willing to stop for him.


    Yetst night, Natalie had told him that loving him was a mistake she made in her headstrong youth.


    It was precisely because it was headstrong and against all advice that it had been so precious.


    Sebastian sat in his office chair. He had thought that if Natalie moved back in, they could go back to how things were.


    But...


    Sebastian closed his eyes, hiding all the emotion within them.


    He had also noticed that Natalie and Marshall seemed to have some kind of connection.


    A knock sounded at the door.


    Sebastian''s eyes snapped open. He looked toward the door and said in a low voice, "Come in."


    Sean entered and said, "CEO, Ms. Scott is here. She insists on seeing you."


    Sebastian was annoyed. "Tell her to get lost!"


    “Sebastian, you''ve really changed. Who''s Joanna? The woman you love most. How could you tell her to get lost?"


    Julian Cooper strolled in with azy, charming smile.


    Standing in the light, dressed in a white overcoat, he looked magnificent. His


    features were sharp and well-defined, exuding an air of nobility.


    Sebastian frowned. "Why are you here?"


    "Just came to see you. A few of Yaro''s big families have been making movestely. Even your ex-wife..."


    "Julian, she''s not my ex-wife. She is still my wife."


    Julian snorted.


    He was amused by Sebastian''s stern expression and mocked him. "Back when people called Natalie your wife you were always so cold insisting, "She''s not my wife. The one I want to marry is Joanna,


    Sebastian flinched, then shot to his feet, seemingly unable to ept that he would have said such a thing. "Juan, don''t make things up. never said that."


    Julian shook his head. "You did. You just don''t remember. After Joanna left, you said it when we were out drinking. Haven''t you ever heard that drunk words are sober thoughts?"


    Sebastian''s hands clenched into tight fists. Had he really said that?


    Did he actually have feelings for Joanna?


    Thinking back now, he hadn''t. Joanna had just yed hard to get, creating an illusion that he had mistaken for love.


    Sean had once reminded him that what you can''t have is always the most desirable.


    Joanna knew he didn''t love her, either.


    And she didn''t love him. Joanna only loved the five million dors he gave her every month.


    And he had misced his gratitude. What had he done to the person who had actually saved his life?


    Sebastian asked coolly, "Do you need something?"