Chapter 4 The One Who Falls in Love First Loses

"Sebastian stared at Joyce's stubborn little face, his anger growing stronger.

"Joyce, I'll give you until tomorrow to think it over before you talk to me again!"

With a cold and stern aura, the man turned and left, leaving Joyce curled up alone in bed.

Unbeknownst to her, tears of endurance had been silently streaming down her cheeks.

Her seven years of affection and three years of meticulous care meant nothing more than a sordid transaction in Sebastian's eyes.

In their relationship, the one who falls in love first is the one who loses, let alone the fact that she had fallen for him four years earlier.

Joyce had lost miserably and it was a pitiful sight to behold.

After her moment of sorrow, Joyce simply packed her things and left without looking back.

On the other side of town, a black car sped through the quiet streets like a bolt of lightning.

In Sebastian's mind, all he could see was the resolute look on Joyce's face when she said, "We're breaking up."

Just because he hadn't been with her on her birthday, she had become jealous and wanted to break up with him.

It seemed he needed to handle Joyce's temper better.

Sebastian angrily tore off his tie and threw it aside before finally answering the phone after several rings.

A carefree voice came from the other end.

"What are you up to? You haven't been answering your phone for ages."

"I'm driving!"

Alexander Cross chuckled mischievously, "Which car are you driving? Secretary Blackwood's? Did I interrupt something?"

"What do you want?"

"Nothing really, just asking if you're coming to the bar. Drinks are on Theodore Vale."

Ten minutes later, at the bar, Alexander handed Sebastian a drink and looked at him with a smirk.

"Your face is about to hit the floor. What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Joyce?"

Sebastian glared at him with cold eyes. "Couples have their quarrels to deepen their bond. Haven't you seen that before?"

"Oh! So, you're developing feelings in bed? You've fallen for her?"

Alexander intentionally emphasized a word, his face wild and roguish.

Sebastian didn't hold back and kicked him. "Get lost!"

"Fine, I'm leaving. But don't blame me me for not warning you. If you like Joyce, keep your distance from Isabella. Don't run to her the moment she calls. Don't come crying to me when you lose your chance at having a wife."

Sebastian furrowed his brow. "I told her that Isabella won't be a threat, but she doesn't believe me."

"I don't think any woman would believe that. Isabella grew up with you, and you've been engaged since then. Have you ever seen a woman who can tolerate her man constantly running to his fiancée?"

Sebastian took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The ink-black pupils of Sebastian's eyes grew darker and darker.

"I and her..."

Before Sebastian could finish his sentence, the private room door was pushed open.

Theodore walked in with Isabella by his side.

"Sorry, Isabella wasn't feeling well today, so I brought her along. I hope you don't mind."

Alexander glanced at Sebastian's gloomy expression and chuckled.

"No problem at all. Your sister is my sister. Isabella, come sit with me."

Isabella's smile was gentle and innocent, revealing no hint of her thoughts. "Your side is right in front of the air conditioner, it's too cold. I'll sit here instead."

After speaking, Isabella sat down next to Sebastian.

She took out a delicate little box from her bag and placed it in front of Sebastian.

"Sebastian, the last time you saved me, it made you miss your girlfriend's birthday. Is she angry with you?"

Sebastian replied calmly, "She won't be soon enough."

"That's good. This is a lipstick I bought for her as an apology. If she misunderstood the situation, I can explain it to her in person."

Sebastian refused without even looking. "You don’t have to do that."

Upon hearing this, Isabella's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"Sebastian, are you blaming me for always bothering you? It’s not like I want to. It's just that when I have an episode, I can't help but want to call you."

As she finished speaking, large teardrops rolled down Isabella's cheeks.

Sebastian glanced at her, his brow furrowed.

He put the lipstick into his pocket and said in a low voice, "I'll accept it on her behalf."

Isabella's expression brightened, and she smiled as she poured a glass of wine for Sebastian.

"Sebastian, try this wine. It's from the auction my brother attended abroad, a 1982 vintage."

As she handed the glass to Sebastian, her fingers accidentally brushed against his wrist.

Sebastian immediately pulled away and extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray.

Sebastian said lightly, "You can keep it."

Isabella caught a glimpse of his rejection and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her obedient and understanding demeanor.

Theodore tapped his glass against Sebastian's and said, "I haven't met your girlfriend yet. Bring her along one day."

Alexander smirked, "Maybe not anytime soon. The two of them just had a fight."

Theodore looked at Sebastian's gloomy face and said with a smile, "It's just a fight. Just make up. But don't be like the girl I saved that day. She had a miscarriage and was bleeding heavily, almost dying. When I called her husband, he didn't answer. I heard he was with another woman."