Sean was taken aback, looking at Sebastian. He resembled a leopard that had lost its prey, his eyes terrifying.


    He shook his head. "Mr. Griffith, I don''t know where Ms. Sanders is going either. But they''ve booked the hotel for three days, so they''re probably nning to spend that time here. All the attractions in the mall are things girls like."


    "Watching movies, dining, getting spa treatments, rxing in the hot springs... there are even games on the fifth floor. A lot of young womene here for a few days on their break to unwind and try everything before they go home. Maybe that''s what Ms. Sanders and her friends want to do, just rx a bit."


    Sebastian looked at him and gave an order. "We''ll take the presidential suite tonight. We''ll stay here for the next three days as well. Our work here won''t be finished for another three or four days anyway."


    Sean was speechless.


    He sighed internally.


    Before, Sebastian would never stay in a hotel, no matter how far. He''d always go home if he could.


    Now, they were quite close to home, yet he suddenly decided not to go back. It seemed he really did care about Natalie.


    Sean forced a smile. "Of course, Mr. Griffith. Your private suite is avable. We can go have dinner now and then head upstairs to rest."


    He was starving. Sebastian had been in a foul mood all day, holding one meeting after another. And during the meetings, he was on a short fuse, snapping at everyone. He even kept ring at Sean, who had been on edge the entire day.


    He''d only had a burrito that morning and was now genuinely famished.


    "Let''s go eat," Sebastian said, his expression dark. She would rather spend three days with her friends thane home and face him. Did she detest him that much?


    A cold smile touched Sebastian''s lips. *Natalie, you can''t escape. I won''t let you go in this lifetime.*


    He irritably tugged at his cor, loosening it to reveal his firm, alluring abs.


    Sean followed behind him, along with a group of the hotel''s senior management. Sean waved a hand, dismissing them. They could all clock out and go home.


    They''d had a hard enough day dealing with Sebastian''s temper.


    The executives saw Sean''s gesture and breathed a collective sigh of relief, quickly making their exit,


    attention


    afraid of catching Seba ure


    In the restaurant area.


    Natalie and her friends had just entered a barbecue ce, sat down, and were


    about to order when they saw Sebastian and Sean walk in.


    Natalie was slightly shocked. What was Sebastian doing here?


    Sebastian saw Natalie''s stunned expression, and a barely perceptible smile touched his eyes she probably never expected to run into him here.


    "Ms. Sanders, what a coincidence. Are you having dinner here too?" Sean asked


    with a smile, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.


    Natalie snapped back to reality and nodded at Sean.


    "Oh, yeah. What a coincidence. We''re just hanging out here," Natalie exined sinctly.


    Sebastian''s brow furrowed, his deep gaze fixed on her. That was it? He was her husband; wasn''t she even going to ask if he''d had dinner?


    Natalie couldn''t read his expression. "Is there something else?" she asked.


    Sebastian''s face grew even darker.


    Sean decided to stay quiet.


    It was obvious Mr. Griffith wanted to have dinner with Natalie, but since she hadn''t


    invited them, they couldn''t just brazenly sit down.


    Sebastian''s gaze intensified as he took the seat next to her.


    Natalie looked at him, confused. As


    far as she knew, Sebastian didn''t


    care for barbecue. His skin was wless, he never even got pimples,


    because he was strict with his diet. He avoided heavily seasoned foods like this, which was one reason hisplexion was so good-he never had issues with inmmation.