Delete My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 4

The "Adoration" necklace was priceless, and the only way to sell it was through a top-tier auction house.

Had Sebastian Kingsley seen it there?

Annabelle Whitmore’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her voice steady. "You went to an auction?"

Sebastian hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes. "I wanted to pick out jewelry for you."

For her—or for Lillian Grayson?

The thought of Lillian’s carefully planned "surprise" twisted Annabelle’s lips into a bitter smile. Suppressing her emotions, she replied coolly, "I didn’t sell it. I donated it."

Sebastian took her hand, his tone tender yet exasperated. "Silly girl, if you wanted to give to charity, you could’ve used something else. This necklace isn’t for donating."

He reached into his suit pocket and produced a velvet box.

The lid lifted, revealing the familiar blue diamond shimmering under the light.

"I bought it back," he murmured, his fingers tracing the delicate chain. "'Adoration' is my vow to you. It should never leave your neck."

As the cold metal touched her skin, Annabelle felt nothing but irony.

Sebastian, your acting is flawless.

Fresh from another woman’s bed, yet you can still whisper sweet nothings like this.

Late that night, a sharp ringtone shattered the silence.

Sebastian silenced it instantly, stroking her back soothingly.

But the caller persisted.

After several attempts, he finally answered with a frown. "What?"

Laughter and chatter spilled from the other end. "Seb, come out! The guys are all here."

"No." His refusal was firm. "I’m staying with Annabelle."

"Come on, don’t ditch us for your wife!"

"Yeah, since when do you bail on your friends after marriage?"

Amid the noise, Sebastian covered the receiver. "My wife comes first. Always."

They kept pushing, taking turns to persuade him.

Annabelle opened her eyes. "Just go."

"Only if you come with me," he insisted.

The voices on the phone immediately chimed in. "Annabelle, join us!"

"Please, if you don’t come, Sebastian won’t either!"

Reluctantly, she agreed.

The moment they stepped into the private room, Sebastian’s expression darkened.

A dozen scantily clad women clung to his friends.

He turned to leave.

"Clear them out!" His friends scrambled to usher the women away.

Once the room was quiet, one of them slung an arm around Sebastian’s shoulders. "After all these years, you still only let Annabelle near you."

Sebastian shoved him off. "Married men have standards. You wouldn’t understand."

Amid the laughter, he stayed glued to Annabelle’s side.

When someone lit a cigarette, he shot them a glare. "Annabelle can’t stand the smell."

When drinks were offered, he refused outright. "She hates the stench of alcohol."

As music blared, he scowled. "Turn it off. It’s too loud."

The group exchanged glances as he meticulously peeled and sliced fruit, the silver knife flashing in his hands.

"Try this," he said, offering her perfectly cut pieces.

Noticing her shiver, he immediately draped his jacket over her. "Cold?"

Under everyone’s envious gazes, he leaned in and whispered against her ear, "In this lifetime, I serve no one but you."