Juliette, standing beside him, gasped. “Wow! Brother, isn’t this your idol—Dr. Aria Viremont? We were just watching the news about her yesterday, and now we’re actually seeing her in person!”
“Wow, she’s even prettier than on TV!” Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me.
I came back to myself, my expression blank, my voice cool. “Could you let go of me now?”
Only then did Sebastian seem to realize—his arm was still wrapped around my waist, holding me close against him.
The sensation of his grip around my waist made me slightly uncomfortable, and the faint scent of cologne on him, subtle yet distinct, only made it more noticeable.
In that brief moment of his hesitation, a large hand suddenly reached over, shoved him aside, and pulled me into another embrace.
The man’s voice was as cold
