On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 158: What Enmity Is There Between Theodore Grant and Big Brother?

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: What Enmity Is There Between Theodore Grant and Big Brother?

"So you do remember." Sebastian Forrest gently tapped the tip of my nose. "You little ingrate. You just tossed me that box of chocolates because you couldn’t give it to the person it was meant for, didn’t you?"

His words hit the nail on the head, and my cheeks flushed.

"It’s because I heard you weren’t going home for the New Year, so I... I..."

Sebastian Forrest finished my sentence. "So you took pity on me and gave them to me as a charity case, right?"

"That’s not it at all!"

"Yes, it is!" Sebastian Forrest huffed, though his voice was laced with a hint of a smile. "And to think I actually believed you’d finally seen the light, realized what a scumbag Theodore Grant was, and wanted to jump into my arms instead..."

Hearing him joke about it, I knew he was just teasing me and wasn’t actually trying to dredge up the past.

"Even if I did give you the chocolates on a whim, what does that have to do with Lena Leighton?" I asked, looking at him curiously.

Sebastian Forrest didn’t keep me in suspense. "It was Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it? You gave me chocolates, so I felt I had to give you something in return. I went to a flower shop and bought you a bouquet, thinking I’d give it to you. A proper exchange..."

I watched him, my eyes fixed on his face. A bitter smile touched his lips as he continued, "But when I got back with the flowers and was about to ask you to come downstairs, I saw you trailing after Theodore Grant, chattering and laughing with him..."

I let out a dry laugh, remembering that day all too well.

That Valentine’s Day, I hadn’t thought Theodore Grant would come to campus, so I’d casually given the chocolates to Sebastian Forrest. Worried he’d get the wrong idea, I even specifically told him I was on a diet and couldn’t eat them, so I needed his help to finish them off.

I thought that would prevent any misunderstanding.

But I never expected—

Sebastian Forrest had misunderstood anyway.

And then, later, Theodore Grant had suddenly shown up at school...

"So what happened then?" Afraid he would start raking up old coals, I quickly changed the subject. "Don’t tell me you turned around and gave that bouquet to Lena Leighton?"

’So that must be what happened.’

’First, Sebastian Forrest misunderstood my intentions. Then, Lena Leighton must have misunderstood his, thinking the flowers were for her.’

’That’s how the rumor started.’

"What are you thinking? Me, give her flowers? As if."

"Huh?" I was taken aback. "So you didn’t give her the flowers?"

"Of course not."

Now I was completely baffled.

"Then how..."

Sebastian Forrest pressed his lips together. "I don’t really know, either. I just tossed the bouquet into a trash can. But later, the rumor started that I had given flowers to Lena Leighton... I guess she must have fished them out of the trash?"

"..."

I was torn between laughter and exasperation. How could he even guess something like that?

Back then, Lena Leighton was the campus belle.

On Valentine’s Day, she probably received enough gifts to fill a sack.

Why would she do something like digging a bouquet out of a trash can?

As if sensing my disbelief, Sebastian Forrest frowned. "Then you tell me. Why did the bouquet I threw in the trash end up in Lena Leighton’s hands? If she didn’t dig it out, who else could it have been?"

"Couldn’t it have been some other guy who picked it up and decided to regift it?" I offered another possibility.

But Sebastian Forrest clearly wasn’t interested in any of this, nor did he care what the truth was. "I don’t care who dug it out of the trash. The point is, Lena Leighton and I have absolutely nothing to do with each other."

"But have you ever spoken to her?"

"No." Sebastian Forrest leaned closer to me. "Back then, you were the only one I wanted to talk to."

His sudden sweet-talk made the tips of my ears burn. I quickly pushed his shoulder away. "Be serious!"

"I am being serious."

I ignored him and frowned slightly. "In that case, it’s even weirder..."

"What’s weird?"

"Do you remember what Lena Leighton called you just now?"

At my words, Sebastian Forrest frowned as well, clearly understanding what I meant. "That is suspicious."

The way she said his name, "Sebastian"... only someone intimately close would call him that.

So far, besides his parents and elders, I hadn’t heard anyone else address him with such familiarity...

Even Claire Miller, who grew up with him, just calls him Sebastian, plain and simple.

"Looks like this woman is bad news," Sebastian Forrest said with a frown.

I nodded in agreement, a sense of worry blooming in my heart.

Even if Lena Leighton was a famous actress, both at home and abroad, she was still just an actress. She couldn’t possibly make any big waves in front of Sebastian Forrest, at least.

So, she must just be a pawn being pushed forward by someone else.

But who was the person behind Lena Leighton?

What were they trying to do?

Right now, we knew nothing.

Not to mention, Sebastian Forrest had just had a falling-out with his father, effectively cutting ties with the Forrest Family. His situation was already precarious. If another unknown enemy appeared...

"I haven’t heard you say it yet..."

Just as I was sinking into worry, Sebastian Forrest suddenly poked me, a grin playing on his lips. "Why don’t you say it and let me hear?"

"Huh?" For a moment, I didn’t register what he meant. "Say what?"

"Call me Sebastian."

"..."

’First he wanted me to call him ’hubby,’ and now ’Sebastian.’ I was torn between laughter and exasperation. The Sebastian Forrest before me was poles apart from the rebellious, aloof, and dignified "prince" of the Kington Circle I remembered!’

"Stop messing around..."

"I’m not messing around." The smile on Sebastian Forrest’s face deepened. "Go on, hurry up and let me hear you say it."

Just then, a timely phone call came to my rescue.

I quickly pushed away Sebastian Forrest’s advancing handsome face and stood up, my cheeks red. "I have to take this call."

The call was from the psychiatric hospital.

It was about my brother, so of course I had to answer.

"Hello, is this Miss Joyce?"

"Yes, it is." I nodded quickly, then immediately asked, "Dr. Donovan, has something happened to my brother?"

"Don’t worry, Miss Joyce, your brother is fine. In fact, he even mentioned your name today..."

My face lit up. "My brother remembers me?"

"It seems so, but..." The doctor’s tone shifted. "There is something a bit unusual that I feel I should discuss with you..."

My heart tightened. "What is it?"

"I remember you mentioned the name ’William Westwood’ to me before. I brought it up to your brother today, but he didn’t have much of a reaction. Theodore Grant, on the other hand..."

The doctor paused, as if organizing his thoughts and choosing his words carefully. "Are you sure your ex-husband and your brother don’t have some kind of grudge between them?"

His question made me a little uncertain.

But just a while ago, my brother had been desperately trying to convince me to get back together with Theodore Grant. Logically, their relationship shouldn’t be that bad...

’A grudge?’

’That’s impossible.’

With that thought, I nodded. "Yes, Dr. Donovan, I’m sure."