I pulled my hand back, swallowed my pride, and bowed my head. “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up right away.”
He opened his mouth to scold me again, but when he noticed the blood on my dress, he paused. He rushed over. “What happened to your head? You’re bleeding badly.”
Looking at his concerned face, my head suddenly felt dizzy. I heard a worried tone in his mouth? I must be dizzy.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the world tilted, and I collapsed.
When I came to, Sebastian was holding a porridge for me.
“I didn’t leave the wedding on purpose,” he said. “There was an emergency at the track. But the wedding is rescheduled for three days from now. I promise, I’ll be there.”
I looked away, avoiding the spoon he held out.
He seemed so sincere, but I couldn’t help laughing inside.
If I hadn’t seen Adele Lyons’s social media post, I might’ve believed him.
But that day, he wasn’t at the racetrack. He was having dinner with Adele at the Sky Dining Ferris Wheel. She posted a photo of their silhouettes kissing with the caption: [Eternal love.]
How does he lie so smoothly, without blinking?