Charlotte's hand waved absently as Grace's driver pulled away, leaving her standing in front of her house. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation with Grace, the words echoing in her thoughts like a mantra. "Sebastian is hiding the fact that he's looking for his mother from everyone... That's why he got angry when I mentioned it that night."
It all made sense now. Sebastian's cold demeanor, his sudden distance – it was all because he was ashamed to expose his vulnerability to her. Or so she thought.
Her introspection was shattered as she collided with a broad chest, her forehead smarting from the impact. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, rubbing her forehead as she raised her gaze to meet the stranger's eyes.
"Mr. Sebastian?" Charlotte echoed, her gaze sweeping his anxious face. "Where were you?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.