Chapter 128
The air solidified.
It crystallized into ice, plunging the room into a freezing abyss.
Frederick’s face darkened with a murderous gloom. He stood up slowly, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. His shoulders were rigid, pulling taut like a drawn bow ready to snap.
Sebastian shuddered from the sheer drop in temperature and quickly snapped out of his daze, leaping up to block Frederick’s path.
“Don’t… don’t do anything stupid p>
If a fight broke out, Sebastian genuinely didn’t know if he should intervene.
Frederick absolutely deserved a beating for how he had acted, but at the end of the day, they were friends. He couldn’t just stand by and watch.
While Sebastian was internally panicking, Frederick pulled the cigarette from his lips and pressed it directly into his own palm. The glowing cherry met his skin, instantly emitting the sickening scent of burning flesh.
Sebastian’s face drained of color. He grabbed Frederick’s hand—the center of his palm was already blistered and raw red.
“You… you Sebastian was so horrified he couldn’t form a sentence.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind p>
Frederick dropped heavily back onto the sofa. When he looked back toward the stairs, the two figures were already gone.
His fury had hit the breaking point, but he forcibly swallowed it down. The violent suppression made his chest ache, and his fingers trembled faintly by his sides.
This was bad. Very bad. Sebastian waved a hand in front of his face, deeply alarmed.
“Hey, Frederick? Are you with me p>
Frederick didn’t seem to hear him, completely lost in his own dark thoughts.
He grabbed the bottle of whiskey, tilted his head back, and downed the remainder without blinking.
The burn of the liquor flushed his eyes red.
He murmured under his breath, “I can’t do anything else to make her mad p>
Outside The Skyline Club.
Maeve was carrying several takeout boxes of the hometown food she had praised, which Jonathan had specially ordered the kitchen to pack up for her as a late-night snack.
Her shoelace had come undone, but because the food containers were full of broth, Johathan had insisted on tying it for her so she wouldnt spill anything on her clothes.
Thinking back to the moment, Maeve still felt incredibly awkward. She clutched the takeout boxes tightly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Jonathan opened the passenger door and glanced back at her. Accurately guessing her thoughts, he offered a gentle smile.
“Just a friend lending a hand. There’s no need to feel embarrassed p>
Since he put it so simply, it would be weirder for Maeve to overthink it.
She nodded and slipped into the passenger seat.
The car slowly pulled away from the curb.
Jonathan drove smoothly. Combined with the faint, soothing scent in the car, Maeve quickly felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her.
She tried to fight it at first, but her eyelids grew too heavy. She rested her head against the window, her consciousness slipping into a hazy sleep.
Half-asleep, a sudden chill made her instinctively cross her arms to preserve warmth, her brow furrowing in discomfort.
A moment later, something warm and soft draped over her.
The chill vanished, her arms relaxed at her sides, and her brow smoothed out.
She ended up sleeping much longer than intended.
When Maeve finally opened her eyes, the car was completely silent.
As she shifted to sit up, something slipped off her shoulders. She caught it—it was a soft fleece blanket.
No wonder she had stopped shivering. Jonathan had covered her up while she slept.
She was about to look toward the driver’s seat when Jonathan’s warm voice drifted over.