Page 53 of Forever His Favorite
She turned to leave, but he seized her hand, pulling her close.
She turned slightly as if to leave, but before she could take a step, Sebastian caught her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
He wrapped her in his arms, pressing her against his chest. His face lowered near her ear, and his voice dropped into a husky whisper: “Since you brought cuffs for me… tonight, you’re going to wear some too, baby.”
Emily’s cheeks flamed instantly, her body stiffening before she relaxed into his hold. She hugged him back shyly, hiding her burning face against his chest.
When she finally pulled back, she bit her lip and whispered, “This is the first gift I’ve given you. I thought you would like it since you always wear cuffs but they’re not as expensive as the ones you usually wear.” Her eyes flicked to the pair she’d set on the table, then returned to his.
Still holding his hands, she traced the smooth silver of the cuffs on his wrists. “But the ones I bought… they’re expensive in another way. I bought them with money I earned from my work.”
Sebastian’s brows arched slightly, though his lips softened into a smile. “You didn’t use my card?”
Emily’s eyes widened as if insulted, her tone mock-indignant. “How could I buy you a gift with your own credit card? That wouldn’t be a gift at all.”
Sebastian chuckled under his breath, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he pulled her flush against him, hugging her tightly.
Just then, a knock came at the door.
Both of them glanced toward the entrance. Harold stood there, a confused look on his face, dressed sharply in a suit.
Sebastian lifted two fingers and flicked them, motioning for him to come inside.
Harold stepped into the office and walked closer, his eyes flicking between Sebastian and Emily.
Sebastian deliberately lifted his wrist, letting the silver cuffs glint in the light. “Look,” he said, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Harold frowned, leaning against the edge of the desk. His gaze shifted to the cuffs, then back to Sebastian, who was standing with his arm casually wrapped around Emily’s waist. He then glanced back at the cuffs, squinting.
“Oh… new cuffs?” His eyes narrowed as he studied them in detail. “Yeah, I saw these at the mall. Miss Emily bought them?”
Sebastian’s smile grew arrogant. “Yes. For me.”
Harold’s glare immediately shifted to Sebastian. “So… you allowed me to come inside just to show me that Miss Emily personally brought you a gift? And she didn’t for me?”
Sebastian’s grin widened. “Of course.” He then pointed toward the cuffs lying on the table. “You can take my old ones.”
Harold’s glare deepened, boiling into a seething scowl.
Emily tried to suppress a laugh, pressing her lips together, and instead hugged Sebastian tightly from the waist, deliberately avoiding Harold’s eyes.
With a huff of frustration, Harold spun on his heel and stormed out of the office.
Emily let out a small laugh, her body shaking. Then, she turned toward Sebastian. “By the way, the jewelry project you assigned me with the $1 billion budget is already in the final stages. And that one special jewelry set you wanted… it’s ready. I’ll talk to your team and put it on the special request list so you can approve it first.”
Sebastian shook his head, his eyes darkening with a possessive intensity. “No. Don’t bring it to the team. Bring it to me directly—that will be fine.”
Emily tilted her head, slightly confused. “Isn’t it better if I take it to your team first for basic checks?”
“No,” he said firmly, his eyes locking on hers. “It’s for a woman I’ve had a crush on my entire life. I love her the most. I want to put it on her myself.”
The words hit her like a punch to the chest. Her fingers trembled as they slipped from his, and her knees felt suddenly weak. Her chest tightened, breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
For a moment, she just stared, frozen, her heart hammering. Then, with a choked exhale, she whirled on her heel, her vision blurred with unshed tears, and stormed off.
“Emily!” he shouted after her, but she ignored him, walking out of his office and directly striding toward the elevator.
She jabbed the elevator button repeatedly, her fingers trembling as his footsteps pounded closer behind her.
