Chapter 183

Vivienne understood the implication behind Sebastian's words. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging hard into her palms, yet she didn't feel the pain. "Sebastian, I'm begging you… Please let Spencer go." It wasn't as if she hadn't deferred to and pleaded with Sebastian before. She hadn't thought it was humiliating at the time, but now, asking him for a favor felt like swallowing poison. How strange that falling out of love with someone could result in widely different sentiments. Sebastian took in Vivienne's reluctance and hardened expression, sneering, "You think I'd let him go just because you begged me to, Vivienne? You don't actually think you have any sway with me, do you?" Before coming over to confront Sebastian, Vivienne had thoroughly prepared herself for a round of needling from him. But having him pick on her like a cat toying with its prey sparked her anger and bitterness. She wished she could slap him hard across the face and storm out of the room, but alas