Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 142 Chapter 142 Stephanie liked Sebastian very much.

She didn't know when her feelings for him had changed from mere sibling affection.

It was something that had built up over the years, so deeply ingrained that it had beca part of her.

Facing Sebastian's slightly unfocused gaze, Stephanie's heart trembled.

"Sebastian..." Oh no. If he were sober, she could still- But he wasn't sober. And every the got drunk, he never remembered anything the next day.

If things really went that way now, even if he was the one initiating it, she would still feel like she was taking advantage of him.

"I'm not a saint, okay? You need to wake up. Stop." Stephanie whimpered.

But in the next moment, the man effortlessly pinned her hands above her head.

As her nightgown was pushed up, a chill ran through Stephanie's body, freezing her blood in place.

She grabbed onto his strong wrist. "Sebastian!" Yet the next second, he turned his hand, firmly locking hers in place, leaving her completely defenseless.

The room's temperature rose, mirroring the searing heat radiating from Sebastian's skin.

Desire thickened in the air. Stephanie's breathing quickened.

"Stefi, be good," The man murmured in a husky, low voice.

The moment she heard that familiar nickname, her mind went blank.

He knew. He knew who he was kissing? Stephanie's dazed eyes locked onto Sebastian's striking features-the only face she had ever found truly beautiful since childhood, incomparable to anyone else.

"Sebastian." And in that instant, all reason shattered.

Sebastian traced her cheek with his fingers, his touch lingering.

"Good girl." His drunken gaze gleaming like a man who had just found his most treasured possession.

Heat intertwined in the air, his tender yet burning gaze dissolving the last shred of Stephanie's self-restraint.

1/5 Chapter 142 ***** P 75% A sleepless night.

At six in the morning, Stephanie stared at the peacefully sleeping Sebastian, completely dumbfounded.

She glanced down at her arms and chest.

Bruises. Everywhere. The deep purples and scattered reds were undeniable evidence of last night's insanity. "Sigh..." She let out a long breath.

Crap. What had she done? Then her gaze shifted to the gray scarf tangled beneath them.

That was Sebastian's scarf. And the fresh red stain on it sent her nerves into overdrive.

Stephanie covered her face. "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." Her voice was completely panicked.

The passion had faded, leaving only a frantic sense of panic. What now? BZZZ. BZZZ.

Her phone vibrated.

Stephanie glanced at the screen. It was Macro. She looked at Sebastian, still fast asleep, then grabbed her phone and rushed into the bathroom to answer. "Macro?" On the other end, Macro's exasperated voice blasted through. "Are you guys dead or what? I've been ringing the doorbell like crazy! How's your brother?" Embarrassed and panicking, Stephanie hadn't expected the trouble to cso soon.

How was he? She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her neck covered in unmistakable marks.

Yeah. She had really... done it. What now? What now? "Stefi, Stefi?" "Huh?" "I'm asking you how your brother is. Lorenzo said someone drugged him." Stephanie choked. So it was drugged after all.

Drinking alone could already leave him in a haze, but if he was drugged, then there was no way he'd remember anything.

A complicated emotion twisted inside her. If he forgot everything... was that a good thing? Or a bad thing? Either way, her world was in shambles.

"He's fine," she blurted. “I found smedicine and gave it to him." 9/5 12 Mar 75% Chapter 142 Stephanie quickly made up a lie in response to Macro's worried voice.

Macro sounded skeptical. "Medicine? What medicine?" How could anyone get this kind of medicine so easily? Stephanie hesitated. "Just... found it in the first aid kit." As soon as she said it, she regretted it. Who the hell keeps that kind of medicine in a first aid kit? And they weren't even at home; they were in Mount Spring.

Macro wasn't buying it. "The first aid kit had something like that?" "Yeah! It was in there." She forced herself to sound convincing, almost believing her own lie.

Macro sighed. "Fine. Open the door. I need to check on him. And don't do anything stupid." Stephanie wondered, "Too late. They had done the stupid thing.' "Givea sec!" Hanging up, she stared at herself in the mirror, panic swirling in her chest.

She slapped her face lightly. "Oh my god, oh my god, what do I do?" How did this even happen? No! Did this count as taking advantage of him? After all, he hadn't been in a clear state of mind...

Her brain completely shut down.

Stephanie cracked open the bathroom door and peeked toward the bed.

Sebastian was still in the sposture, he was clearly exhausted.

Well, no wonder. At least... two hours, right? Her legs still felt weak. They ached. They burned.

She was the one who needed a doctor more now! Even though she knew Sebastian wouldn't wake up easily, she still moved carefully, dressing herself as quietly as possible.

She even tidied Sebastian up a little.

At the last moment, she grabbed the gray scarf tangled in the sheets and hurried to stash it in the bathroom. Then, she tidied up the room as much as she could. Open the door.

3/5 Chapter 142

She just found Macro standing outside, rubbing his hands together to fight off the cold. Clearly, he'd been waiting for a while. His gaze immediately landed on Stephanie, who was now bundled up in a thick robe, with a fluffy scarf wrapped tightly around her neck.

The corner of Macro's mouth twitched. "What... what kind of outfit is that?" Who the hell sleeps wrapped up like that? "I'm cold. Got a problem with that?" Stephanie shot back.

Of course, there's a problem.

That excuse could make sense... if it weren't for the fact that she hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.

Although skeptical, Macro didn't dwell on it. He got straight to the point. "Where's your brother?" "In my room," Stephanie answered.

His gaze immediately sharpened, a strange look flickering in his eyes.

Okay, this was getting dangerous.

Stephanie felt her heart skip a beat.

"He just walked in and passed out," she blurted out. "He was dead drunk, • "He was and I couldn't move him. What was I En: supposed to do?" Even to her own ears, the explanation sounded flimsy. But she had no choice but to make him believe it.

Macro didn't say anything. He just stared at her, unblinking.

His silence made Stephanie even more nervous.

Then, out of nowhere, he took a step forward and reached for her scarf.

Stephanie sucked in a sharp breath.

She immediately grabbed the scarf, holding it in place. “What are you doing?" On no! Was he seriously suspecting something? If Macro was already this suspicious, what would happen when Sebastian woke up? The thought made Stephanie's breathing hitch. She was terrified..

Macro's voice was low. "You know what kind of drug your brother was given, don't you?" Did she really think she could play him for a fool? Stephanie forced a nod. “Yeah. Like I told you, I found smedicine and gave it to him." She did her best to sound confident, but inside, she was panicking.

Macro didn't buy it. "Take it off." 4/5 Chapter 142 "You-" "Letsee!" Stephanie didn't say anything; she just clutched her scarf tightly, Was this what a heart attack felt like? Because hers was definitely about to give out! mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1