Perhaps even Marshall couldn't understand why she didn't just expose Sebastian and Joanna.

But some things were better left in the shadows.

Natalie understood immediately. She pushed at him. “Get off. You're heavy.”

She had eaten a lot, and his weight on her was uncomfortable.

Instead of moving, Sebastian pressed closer, their bodies fitting together without a sliver of space between them.

His gaze was deep and searing, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Natalie felt his intense presence and his scorching body heat. As a doctor, she knew exactly where this was heading. If things continued, they would both cross a line.

Sebastian seized the opportunity. "I'll stay here tonight. If any more bad guys show up, you won't be able to handle them."

Natalie refused, not wanting him in the same room. "I'm not afraid. Go. I don't want to see you."

Her rejection was clear. The most dangerous person was Sebastian himself.

Sebastian's gaze darkened. He slowly sat up. "If someone knocks on your door in the middle of the night, be sure to call me."

He knew she was tired from her long day, so he didn't push her any further.

Watching him actually leave, Natalie let out a sigh of relief.

She got up, locked the door securely, then went to take a shower and get some rest. Sebastian walked back to his own room with heavy steps.

He sank onto the sofa, elegantly crossing his long legs. His expression was deep and unreadable.

Thinking about his relationship with Natalie, a sense of powerlessness washed over him. From the very beginning, this marriage had been unfair to her.

Back then, he had believed Joanna was the one who had saved him, and the scales had already tipped in her favor.

Joanna had been disgusted that he was blind, but he, valuing loyalty, had been willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

In this whole game, Natalie had done nothing wrong, yet she had been dragged into the trap.

He remembered the two years they were together. Natalie had truly given him her all.

And he had selfishly used her.

In that instant, guilt, self-blame, and a sense of indebtedness filled his chest, making it hard to breathe.

He suddenly understood that he was the executioner in this game. He had wings

bone to clip Natalie's

forcing her to leave content

Thinking of the tears on Natalie's face was like having sharp thorns raked across his own skin.

He stood up, agitated, his eyes filled with remorse.

He had wronged her. He had wronged her sincere heart.

Natalie's tears, her accusations-every single one was like a knife plunging into his heart.

After her shower, Natalie slept soundly through the night.

Sebastian, however, sat up until the early hours of the morning, only getting a couple of hours of sleep.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Joanna was in a fage, smashing the cabinet in her room. After having to pay for the damages, she successfully. worked herself up enough to faint again.

After Sebastian had hung up on her,

she had realized what happened

Natalie must have gone to

Sebastian right away, and since

Sebastian hadn't sent those men, he

had called to question her.

She finally understood that those two idiots had failed, and Sebastian now knew that

she had sent people to assault Natalie.

She finally had to accept the reality: both Natalie and Sebastian were now out of her control.

Unable to handle this fact, she passed out again. When she woke up the next day, she saw Horace was still the one watching over her.

Disappointment welled in Joanna's red-rimmed eyes. Still, she asked with a sliver of hope, "Horace, Sebastian never came?"