AN UNEXPECTED GROOM

Sebastien downed one glass of vodka after another, as if he were drinking ordinary water.

Quentin hasn’t been in a good mood lately, but he hasn’t been drinking as much as he used to. He held the glass and took a sip, not taking a sip, his mind elsewhere.

Fernand was checking something on his phone as he looked at the two of them. He said calmly,

-If you have something to say, say it quickly. I only have 20 minutes left.

He glanced at his watch. He had to return home at nine o’clock sharp to put Mathis to bed. Otherwise, this little rascal would tear the house down again.

Recently he had the illusion that he did not have a son, but a Husky.

Hearing this, Quentin raised his eyelids to look at Sebastien, who had a dark and ugly expression, and said nonchalantly:

– The little loli only goes abroad, she doesn’t have an affair…

With his eyes lowered, Sebastien looked up and his gaze passed over him like a knife.

Quentin shut up instantly. After punishing himself with a cup, he changed his words.

– She only goes abroad for three years, not on earth. Even though she is on earth and Mars, you can still follow her. There’s no need to make it look like the end of the world.

Sebastian’s eyes were dark as he gave a cold look to his face. He didn’t say anything and just drank the wine.

Fernand’s gaze finally moved away from the phone and he hit the nail on the head,

– Sebastien is not angry that the little loli wants to go abroad, but in the heart of the little loli, going abroad is more important than him.

– This …

Quentin hesitated.

Sebastien slammed the cup in his hand on the table and looked at Fernand with a cold look.

Fernand knew he was angry out of embarrassment. He put down his phone and leaned over to pour her some wine.

– You are angry because you want to occupy every inch of his heart and become the only one in his life. But when it comes to the option of going abroad, you are obviously placed at the back.

He stopped for a moment. Her thin lips curved into a slight smile.

– Sebastien, you are a typically possessive person.

Sebastian’s slender body leaned lazily on the sofa. His slender fingers held the wine glass and he drank it in one gulp.

Quentin frowned, looking slightly annoyed.

– women these days are so troublesome. On the one hand, they want a man to pamper them all the time, but on the other hand, they want to be independent and have a career. It’s not pretentious…

Before he could finish, Sebastian gave him a cold look.

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He was angry, but he still had to protect his wife.

Quentin was speechless.

Fernand didn’t drink any wine. The glass was filled with lemon water. He took a sip and said,

– You two registered your marriage in Ireland. Although you can’t divorce no matter how hard you try, the little loli doesn’t know it. Don’t scare her too much, and in the end, she’ll be like me…

His voice suddenly stopped and he didn’t continue.

Sebastien and Quentin were both slightly stunned. They looked at each other as if they had exchanged information, but they said nothing.

They knew what had happened between Fernand and Deborah. Deborah did not forgive Fernand even after his death. She didn’t even want to see him.

He seemed calm on the surface as if Deborah’s death had nothing to do with him, but who could be sure that every time he saw Mathis he would be moved by the woman who had sacrificed his youth and her love for him!

-I won’t let her leave me.

Sebastian’s Bai knot rolled and a cold glow flashed in his slightly tipsy eyes.

He could give Roxane anything, but he couldn’t accept that she would leave him.

Not to mention three years, not even a day, not even a minute, not a second.

Quentin watched him drink glass after glass, sighing and shaking his head.

-Who would have thought that the most heartless person among us would be the one who is most troubled by love!

Fernand put down his cup, got up and picked up his coat from the hanger. He says:

– I should go.

– I go!

Quentin really couldn’t stand him anymore and despised him.

– You are a 24-hour father now. Your son won’t die if you come back later.

Fernand nodded in agreement.

– it will not die, but the fish that I have just imported from abroad will die.

Quentin was speechless.

What was it like raising a son? he was practically raising an ancestor.

Fernand opened the door to the private room. Before leaving, he reminded her with concern,

– Remember to send it back safely.

Quentin had an innocent look on his face.

– I was drinking, how could you…

Before he could finish, the door closed.

– I am scared.

Quentin cursed under his breath, turning to look at the man next to the couch who had finished more than half a bottle of vodka.

He sighed helplessly.

– Do you plan to finish all the wine in my wine cellar this evening?

Sebastien did not answer and continued to drink his wine.

He didn’t remember how many glasses and bottles he had drunk. He only felt that there were countless ants gnawing at his heart, and it was like being put in a pot of oil to be tormented.

He didn’t want it and couldn’t accept it. Why couldn’t she stay by his side obediently?

Was he not good enough for her?

He had already used all his means and methods, but he still couldn’t make her stay by his side?

He didn’t know how much he drank, but his clear white pupils gradually became cloudy, lost focus, and he collapsed on the sofa.

Quentin kicked him.

– eh? Are you still alive?

Sebastien lowered his head, immersed in thought, and did not respond.

Seeing this, Quentin thought for a moment and took his phone to look for a number.

– I will help you to the end and help you to the end… Don’t say that I’m not a good brother!

The call was answered shortly after. Quentin’s low, raspy voice was tense and serious as he said:

-Little loli, Sebastien drank a lot of wine and even vomited blood… We couldn’t persuade him! Hurry up and come!

Without waiting for Roxane to speak, he hung up the phone and turned it off.

He turned his head to look at the man who was meditating, stood up and said:

– I won’t be a third wheel when your wife comes to pick you up.

Sebastian’s head was still lowered, his eyes deep and calm, and he didn’t react at all.