Still Wanna Escape After Stealing My Heart? novel Chapter 773

She told herself that she still had Sebastian and she still had Aino. They were a happy family of three. She craved more from Sebastian, to calm her anxious wounds. The moment her words left her mouth, the people on the other side immediately felt like laughing, but didn't dare to, they didn't even dare cover their mouths!

Luckily, Sabrina knew when to stop. "I won't get in the way of your work. Come back soon, I can't fall asleep without you. I'm hanging up soon, bye dear."

Her continuous sweet tone and words made him feel refreshed. In the past, he hated sweet things. Even his coffee was the most bitter, most concentrated coffee available on the market worldwide. And now, he didn't realize when it had started but he drank his coffee with a cube of sugar. He found that the fragrant coffee tasted particularly delicious when it was laced with a hint of sweetness.

That night, Sebastian returned home late. Tip-toeing into his house, he thought Sabrina would've fallen asleep, but noticed that the lights in the master bedroom were still on. Was she staying up late working on her designs? Probably not. She never worked on her designs in his bedroom. She was worried that by doing so, it would affect his sleep. She also didn't want to make a mess in his room. Since she wasn’t up late working, what could she be doing?

When he pushed open the door, Sebastian paused, stunned.

His master bedroom looked like it had turned into a living room, it was as big as a small apartment. There was a huge piece of empty space in the middle of the living room, and in the middle of that empty space was an ironing rack.

Sabrina was busy ironing his clothes, an apron tied around her back. Four or five freshly-ironed suits hung from the ironing rack, looking as good as new. Sebastian was stunned. Even though she was wearing an apron, she still looked beautiful from behind, like a young, gentle housewife.

His sprawling villa had always been a cold, empty building. Cool-toned wallpaper, cool-toned cupboards, cool-toned carpets, even the bedsheets were dark grey. That was because Sebastian had always been a cold, hard man. He thought he would never need warmth, and hence any warm-tone colors in his life.

Nevertheless, looking at the woman’s beautiful back now, Sebastian found himself deeply immersed in the scene of the pale-yellow apron, and the familiar movements of her hands as she smoothed the iron over his clothes.