Tame Me My Brother -in-Law

112. HE'S BACK CELINE'S POV ROSE QUARTZ CAFE In order to have a conversation with me, Sean decided to taketo the nearest coffee shop, and as we were sitting, facing each other, | gazed at him absent-mindedly.

He was dressed formally in a white button-down shirt with three buttons undone, and the thin hairs on his broad chest could be seen poking out. He had a really clean and modern look to his dark hair.

But it was his understated appearance that drew attention to his pristine good looks and cheerful disposition.

“Are you feeling okay?” he inquired, his tone of voice still unchanged as before; it was crisp and polite.

| was trying to keep my hands still while | clasped them together, but my eyes seemed to be avoiding him in sway.

“I'm alright...” It tookstto react to him because | genuinely did not know what to say.

| looked down at the cup of coffee that was sitting in front of when my phone rang again.

“Aren’t you going to take that call?” I responded by biting my lip and deciding to answer my phone, but | was disappointed to see that there was no ndisplayed on the screen. Once more, it’s a number I'm not familiar with.

Before | took a sip of my coffee, | turned my phone to silent mode and flipped it over so that the screen was facing down.

My gaze traveled over him as | raised the cup to my lips and took a sip from it. He had matured even more. He seemed both familiar and strange tonow, unlike before when we were so close to each other.

But tand people change.

| set my coffee down and remained staring at him for a few seconds before realizing that | had no idea how to react to him.

“Are you daydreaming again?” he inquired as he stretched his fingers to lightly pat my head.

After a brief period in which | was rendered speechless, my natural reaction was to retreat.

However, Sean’s hand becstuck in an awkward position in the air as a result of the natural evasive movement he made.

| tried to avoid meeting his gaze, and | had the sensation that my face was turning crimson all over.

As he withdrew his hand, he mumbled, “I'm sorry...” On top of the table, my phone, which was set to silent mode, started making a vibrating sound.

When | flipped my phone around, | saw that the caller ID showed the sstrange number as the one that had called just now.

“I'm sorry, but | have to go...” | announced as | got to my feet and was about to leave, but his words causedto cto a complete halt.

“Is it true that you're already married?” he asked.

| was startled and immediately stopped moving, and the hand that was holding my phone began to shake.

“Is he treating you well?” | locked my eyes with him, but my lips quivered as | said, “He’s very nice to me...” “Jenny said the marriage was fake. Is that true?” After hearing those remarks, | was rendered speechless as my brows furrowed.

“Jenny toldeverything...” Sean continued. “She said that you had no choice but to marry him... that you had your own difficulties... and problems about your family... That you don’t love him...” “I have no idea what you're talking about...” | responded, then turned on my heels and attempted to go, but he was quick enough to grab my wrist and swingaround so that | could face him.

“Why didn’t you cand find me?” he asked, his voice was full of pain. “Didn’t | give you my number? Why haven't you even bothered to callonce? | was trying to call your old number... but why did you change it?” Sean barragedwith a number of questions, and | was at a loss for what to say in response to most of them.

We did exchange numbers before he left, but that was back then when | was still young and innocent. | felt overjoyed the moment he confessed his feelings to me.

We used to call each other frequently at that time, but everything changed when his mother called me, tellingto stop calling her son. She was also the reason why | changed my number.

“I had no idea that Auntie had passed away, or how much you'd suffered...” Sean said. “Why didn’t you look for me? You were alone, Celine... and you know that I've always been there for you. You should've known that just one call from you, | wouldn't hesitate to get in touch with you again!” 3/4 Because my emotions were all over the place at the moment, | chose not to say anything.

“Celine, please...” he was pleading now. “Lethelp you... I'll help you get free from this marriage-" “What the heck is going on around here?” Before | could even open my mouth to answer Sean, a deep low voice sounded out inside the room, promptingto shut my eyes before slowly turning around to see my husband standing at the doorway of the coffee shop with a grim expression on his face. When his gaze landed on me, it was as if thousands of ice needles were penetrating into my body one at a time.

The next second, Sebastian moved over with long strides, and when his glance swept across Sean, who was still holding my wrist, his brows tightened, and he plastered a disdainful smirk.

“What's the meaning of this?” he inquired with hatred in his voice, and that led Sean to release the grip on my wrist. “Why aren’t you picking up when | called you?” His menacing and oppressive look traveled from my hand to my face as he moved closer to me.

While | was overwhelmed with the pressure he was giving me, he swiftly threw his arm around my shoulders, drawinginto his arms.

This action madeinexplicably defensive. | struggled to escape, but he graspedso tightly that | wasn’t able to make a move.

“Why don’t you take the tto introduceto this friend of yours?” he asked, his hold increasing firmer.