My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 117

It was the next said and Valentina had already headed to work.

As Valentina stepped out of her car, adjusting her blazer, her eyes narrowed sharply at the unexpected sight ahead. freёnovelkiss.com

Immediately her expression froze, her fingers tightening around her bag strap as she took in the figure standing calmly in front of Sterling Design’s entrance.

Sebastian.

The moment she registered his presence, a wave of irritation surged through her.

Of all people, Of all the possible ways this morning could have started, this was the last thing she expected—or wanted.

Her footsteps quickened, her heels clicking against the pavement as she marched straight to him, her eyes blazing with barely concealed anger.

Sebastian, standing there with his usual collected demeanor, looked completely unbothered.

The sight of his smug confidence only infuriated her further.

Stopping just inches from him, her voice came out sharp, clipped.

"What the hell are you doing here, Sebastian?"

Seeing Valentina Sebastian’s lips curved into a smirk, his posture relaxed as he watched the fire flicker in Valentina’s eyes.

"Is it a crime to visit a friend at her new workplace?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

Immediately Valentina’s jaw tightened, her arms crossing over her chest as she leveled him with a sharp glare.

"Friend?" she echoed, her voice dripping with disbelief.

Sebastian chuckled, tilting his head slightly as if genuinely entertained by her reaction.

"Well, acquaintance, someone I’m falling for, if that makes you feel better." He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the building behind her. "I heard you’re working here now, so I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal to stop by."

At that moment Valentina’s eyes darkened, already growing impatient.

"Why are you really here, Sebastian?" she demanded, her tone firm and cold.

Sebastian sighed theatrically, as if she were being unnecessarily difficult.

"I actually came to discuss something with you." He paused, then his smirk deepened.

"But you’re acting all defensive already. Should I be flattered?"

Valentina’s fingers twitched, resisting the urge to wipe that look off his face.

"Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear, please leave."

Sebastian merely chuckled again, ignoring her irritation.

"Relax, Valentina. If you’re worried about your director seeing us together, don’t be." He waved a hand dismissively.

"If the director gets upset, I’ll handle it. I’m sure they know who I am and my family’s influence."

Then he took a small step closer, lowering his voice mockingly.

"So don’t worry. You’re covered."

For a moment, Valentina simply stared at him, then—she laughed.

It was a dry, unamused laugh.

Sebastian’s smirk faltered slightly.

Then Valentina tilted her head, her voice cool, edged with amusement.

"Sebastian," she said, "I don’t need anyone’s permission to stand in front of Sterling Design or to talk to someone." She leaned in slightly, her expression turning smug. "Because I am the director."

Upon hearing what Valentina just said Sebastian’s brows shot up, his smirk faltering as he stared at Valentina, searching her face for any sign of amusement.

"You’re joking, right?" His voice was laced with disbelief.

However Valentina merely tilted her head, watching as he struggled to process her words.

"Come on, Valentina. Stop pulling my leg." He chuckled, though it lacked the usual confidence. "How can you be the director of Sterling Design? I heard you just resumed work yesterday, and now you’re suddenly running the place?"

His eyes narrowed, scanning her expression as if trying to catch a lie.

"That’s impossible."

Valentina’s lips pressed together, irritation flickering in her gaze.

"Believe what you want, Sebastian," she said coldly, her voice sharp. "But I don’t want to see you in front of Sterling Design again."

She straightened, her posture firm.

"You came here for nothing. So, please leave and stop disrupting my work."

She turned on her heels, ready to walk away—when Sebastian’s hand suddenly caught her wrist.

"You can’t Walk out on me, I’m not done talking to you yet."

Sebastian’s grip tightened around Valentina’s wrist, his expression twisting into something dark and condescending. His eyes bore into hers, filled with nothing but scorn.

"Who do you think you are, Valentina?" His voice was low, but laced with venom. "Just because you managed to grab a little position in Sterling Design, you suddenly think we’re on the same level?"

Then he let out a cold chuckle, shaking his head as if the mere thought disgusted him.

"I’ve been watching you for a while now." His gaze flickered over her, analyzing every inch of her with disdain.

"That proud, arrogant attitude. You’re just like your useless husband."

At that moment Valentina’s jaw clenched, but Sebastian wasn’t finished.

"That good-for-nothing man you married." He scoffed, his grip flexing as if daring her to resist. "Did he really think he could just slap me and walk away freely?"

Then his expression darkened further, his lips curling into a sneer.

"I came here to warn you, Valentina." His voice was sharper now, dripping with threat.

"I’m giving you an option. That slap? It won’t be forgotten, expect you agree to my request."

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper.

"Or else I will make sure Raymond pays for what he did."

He released her wrist abruptly, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he took a step back.

"You don’t have to take my word for it." He smirked, straightening his suit.

"My family already knows. So just agree to what I have to say, or sit tight and wait, Valentina. You’ll see exactly what I’m going to do to your so-called useless husband."

Hearing what he just said, Sebastian expected Valentina to falter, maybe even look remorseful or attempt to plead. That was exactly what he wanted—to see her squirm, to watch her bow her head so he could dictate his demands.

But to his utter disbelief, Valentina stood there unshaken, her expression unreadable. There wasn’t a single hint of fear in her gaze, not even a flicker of hesitation.

Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

’Why isn’t she reacting? her husband is useless, she should have been reacting now’

At that moment Valentina didn’t say anything, and she decided to work away again.

Then his irritation boiled over, his fingers tightening around her wrist as he yanked her back forcefully.

"I’m not done talking to you, Valentina!" His voice was sharp, commanding, filled with a mix of anger and frustration. "Come back here!"