Chapter 165

Dorothy, helpless, lifts her head, looking at Sebastian whose eyes have reddened, and her heart softens suddenly—she shakes her head. “I'm fine, don't worry.” Sebastian leans down slightly and gives Dorothy's lips a tender kiss. “How can you say you're fine with your face so swollen? If you're in pain, let me know, my wife.” “Really, it doesn't hurt, I'm just a bit tired.” Sebastian nods, gently lays Dorothy to the side, resting her head on his thigh. He tenderly strokes the uninjured half of her face and softly comforts her. “Sleep now, when you wake up you’ll be in a hospital.” Seeing that Dorothy has closed her eyes, Sebastian gently and softly hails to Louis, driving in front, “Drive more slowly!” Louis, viewing through the rearview mirror, sees the frowned brows and affectionate look on sir Sebastian’s face, and casually takes his eyes off them. On the other side, the actions of Anastasia leave Daniel, deeply puzzled. By the time Anastasia puts down the flute midway, Daniel couldn