She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

074 Platonic Love

Scarlett’s POV

The building’s structure is like a hotel. The elevator is designed in the center, with two lines of small rooms going around it. We were in one of the rooms on the inner lines, and the light we saw came through the room on the outer circle.

I didn’t know this until Liam Ryan dragged both Ava and me out of the room, through a pitch–dark hallway, to a huge hole in the center of the building.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The half–built elevator shaft is like the enormous mouth of a monster lurking in the dark, waiting for us to drop in.

The back of our chairs are inches away from the edge. I dare not to move, turn, or even peek at the abyss behind me, and I’m already getting dizzy from acrophobia.

I’m going to puke…

“Scared?” Liam Ryan smirks at me, “You weren’t looking so pale when I pulled you up from right that hole behind you, with that pulley.”

I turn my head slightly, only to see what I can only call a middle school student craft homework. It’s just a few wheels with a rope! I can’t believe this psycho pulled me up with that thing! He really is crazy.

Ava burst into tears.

“Ohh, she remembers,” Liam Ryan lets out a horrifying laugh, “She was well awake when I got her up.”

Should I thank him for putting me out for that?

“Don’t worry, neither of you will have to come up here again after today, for different reasons though. I-” Liam Ryan’s eyes glimmer with craziness, but the next second they freeze in a direction. A wide grin crawls onto his face slowly, to an almost bizarre width, “You are finally here. I have been waiting.”

Sebastian.

He ran his way up to the 17th floor, it seems. He is not exactly panting, but his collar is open, and his face is flushed with thin sweat glimmering under the moonlight.

I know he is not here for me, but the moment I see a familiar face still activates my tear system.

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He walks over slowly, and I feel like I’m back to that day, when I was just a seven–year- old, lost in the woods. He was just like this–wearing his tiny, children’s suits all serious, his face covered in sweat and mud, but none of that could outshine the smile on his face when he reached his hand over me, and he said-

“Whose lost kitten is this?”

Tears burst out of me when he repeated those exact words, to Ava.

Ava is crying, too, giving no reaction to his words, but wiggles forward with pleading eyes as if that could get her out of the ropes.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t move! It’s dangerous,” Sebastian calms her, and even at such a time, his tone is gentle as ever, “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you.”

Liam Ryan nails his eagle eyes on Sebastian, and feeling that, Sebastian adds: “To either of you.”

That’s when his eyes landed on me for the first time.

I close my eyes to stop my tears, turning away with a bitter taste.

Liam Ryan wants Sebastian to choose as if that would be a hard decision for him. The tricky part, is how Sebastian could.convince him that I’m the apple of his eye, not Ava.

An ugly, frantic grin spread on Liam Ryan’s face.

“So, you love your mistress more after all,” Liam Ryan walks toward Ava, pulling out a knife. Instantly Sebastian hurries up, but Liam Ryan bursts into a shout: “Stop right there! Or She’s flying down!”

Sebastian stops where he is, his hands up in the air: “I won’t move, but you got it wrong. She’s not my mistress! I just don’t want an innocent to die because of a misunderstanding.”

Liam Ryan hesitates. To be honest, if I’didn’t know better, I would be tricked by Sebastian’s genuine tone as well.

“I have been following you for a while,” Liam Ryan refused to be tricked easily. He grabs Aya’s hair threateningly, demanding Sebastian: “You are always with her. In shopping malls and fancy restaurants. Everywhere… And before you tell me you are just friends, you should know that you drove her to the hospital like clockwork. Do friends do that? Especially when you have a wife?”

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A bitter snort escapes me.

Knowing that all those have been happening is different from listening to a confirmation.

“Scar…” Sebastian mumbles, looking at me with soulful eyes.

How ironic. The most gentle look I get from my husband, happens when he pretends.

to love me just to save my evil sister.