Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 199: My Home

Sebastian looked at her, his voice seemed colder in the March wind, "I have some social engagements at ’Spring Pavilion’ tonight."

After speaking, he turned to the chauffeur and said politely with a hint of calmness, "I’ll drive her car in, if you could.

"Oh, alright."

The chauffeur, seeing they were acquainted, decisively opened the driver’s side door and stepped out.

Upon hearing his words, Sienna reluctantly found a shred of clarity amidst her muddled mind.

She asked, "You’re driving my car? What about yours?"

Upon hearing this, Sebastian glanced at her, handed his car keys to the security guard at the entrance, "Could you help me park the car?"

He then turned around, settled himself into the driver’s seat of Sienna’s Porsche, fastened the seatbelt, gently pressed the accelerator, and drove into the underground parking lot.

Sienna’s parking spot was not far from his, just diagonally opposite.

Once the car was steadily parked, she felt stifled in the car and her stomach wasn’t feeling good.

She pushed open the car door and got out.

She raised a hand to her forehead, preparing to step forward a few paces, intending to thank Sebastian.

But before she could move her leg, a tall, slender figure stood before her, his shadow intimately covering her.

A pleasant scent of cedar quickly enveloped her nostrils.

In a moment of surprise, she looked up, and a handsome, noble face reflected in her grey-black, slightly dreamy eyes.

Sebastian also noticed the faint scent of alcohol mixed with the familiar fragrance of camellia on her.

His gaze dropped to her small, reddened lips and he asked softly, "How much did you drink?"

Sienna replied truthfully, "Not much, eight or nine glasses, maybe."

Sebastian’s jaw tautened, lips pursed, and he looked at her rosy cheeks, yet said nothing.

He extended a hand to support her arm, guiding her toward the elevator.

After a few steps, her high heels caught against the floor.

Sebastian quickly wrapped an arm around her waist.

Sienna felt momentarily dazed, just as she was about to stabilize herself and say "thank you," her body suddenly lifted off the ground.

Startled, she widened her eyes.

In a panic, she reached out to grab the man’s collar, looking up in shock at his handsome, cold features.

Just as she was about to speak, a clear, deep voice flowed into her ears.

"You’re wearing high heels, it’s inconvenient, you might injure your feet."

As he spoke, Sebastian lowered his gaze to her bewildered expression, his lips curled slightly as he casually carried her into the elevator.

As the elevator ascended slowly, Sienna prepared to disembark from him when Sebastian suddenly asked, "Has Ethan contacted you?"

Sienna nodded in response, "Yes, he has apologized to me already."

Sebastian glanced at the spot where she was holding her stomach, frowned, and asked, "stomach discomfort?"

"Mm."

A burning sensation.

The feeling of heat.

Sebastian pressed his lips together, quickly considering if there were ingredients at home to make a hangover soup.

Soon, the elevator arrived at the 15th floor, and he snapped back to reality.

Sienna turned her head to look at the familiar layout outside the elevator, but the unfamiliar decor made her momentarily stunned.

"This is..."

"My home."

Sebastian replied.

He gently placed her down, explaining along the way, "The elevator in the underground parking uses facial recognition."

Being a resident of the 15th floor, naturally, the elevator stopped there.

Sienna’s muddled brain also belatedly registered this fact.

Sebastian glanced at her, his voice still clear, "Let’s go inside first. I have things to sober up and warm up your stomach at home. Since your stomach is upset, have a bit before heading down to avoid being uncomfortable all night."

As he spoke, he guided her by the arm to the doorway, entered the password before her, and opened the door.

The layout of the entire building’s apartments is the same, and Sebastian’s is decorated in a black and gray, cool style.

Most of the furniture is black, understated yet exuding a certain sense of low-key luxury and elegance.

Quite like Sebastian himself.

Before entering, Sebastian glanced at the nude high heels she wore, which were seven centimeters tall.

He then returned to the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of white thick-soled slippers for women.

He placed them in front of her feet.

"Put these on first, your feet will feel more comfortable." Straightening up, he supported her arm again, adding an explanation, "These are Joy’s."

Sienna paused, withdrew her blurry gaze from the slippers, and the rejection hovering on her lips eventually faded away.

In the end, she took off her high heels and slipped into the soft, comfortable slippers.

Instantly, both feet relaxed.

Upon entering the house, Sebastian helped her to sit on the sofa in the living room and studied her expression for a couple of seconds.

First, he went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of warm water, telling her, "Wet your throat a bit."

Sienna nodded obediently, drinking most of the warm water.

The rim of the glass still held a complete lip imprint in a maple red shade.

Sebastian was half-squatting, his gaze level with her lips, slightly lowered his eyelids to see her smooth white neck and collarbone.

The living room light wasn’t very bright, the cold glow cascading down, forming two amorphous shadows on her collarbone recess.

Sebastian pressed his lips, his Adam’s apple involuntarily rolled lightly, his gaze slightly darkened.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he raised his hand to gently tuck the lock of hair clinging to her flushed cheek behind her ear.

Then his gaze met hers for a few moments, before swiftly shifting to the red lip print on the glass rim.

His voice inexplicably grew husky, "If you’re feeling dizzy, you can lie down and rest for a while. I’ll go make you some hangover soup, it won’t take long."