Page 2 of Forever His Favorite
Lucas.
Her eyes flickered upward, meeting Sebastian’s. He was holding the door open, but his gaze was fixed on her phone screen. Hiseyes darkened instantly, sharp with a glare that made her tense in an instant.
Leaving the door ajar, Sebastian walked inside without a word. Emily rushed after him, her pulse pounding. Her phone kept buzzing relentlessly. She silenced the call, only for it to start ringing again and again without pause.
“Why the hell is this button not working?” she muttered in frustration, fumbling to cut the call. The phone seemed frozen, mocking her as Lucas’s name flashed again and again.
So focused on her struggle, she didn’t notice that Sebastian had stopped walking. She collided with his back, her forehead bumping his shoulder before she stumbled back.
He turned around. The phone was still blaring, Lucas’s name flashing.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened as they flicked from the screen back to her face. Emily forced a sheepish, tense smile, but inside her thoughts were spiraling.
‘I deleted his contact. I even blocked him. Why the hell is his name still flashing?’ she thought bitterly. ‘Damn this stupid caller ID app… as if I needed more trouble right now. In front of this demon of all people.’
Panic clawed at her chest. ‘Maybe if I just smash this stupid thing against the wall and end it here…’
She lifted her hand high, ready to hurl the phone, but in her panic, her thumb brushed the green button instead. The call connected. Her stomach dropped.
Her heart dropped. “Oh, no…” she whispered, breath coming faster, chest tight with anxiety.
Before she could react, Sebastian’s hand shot out. He caught her wrist, twisting it just enough to snatch the phone from her grasp.
He held the phone up, his eyes locking on hers. The silent command was clear:Talk.
Her heart thumped wildly as he towered over her, like a teacher staring down at a guilty student.
On the other end, a man’s voice came through.
“This is Dillon,” he said.
Emily stayed quiet, lips pressed together, until Dillon continued, “Miss Crawford, could you please come see Mr. Cantrell at the hospital? He’s very sick.”
Emily blinked at the phone, then frowned, “I don’t have anything to do with Lucas anymore. Why would I go see him?”
“Miss Crawford,” Dillon’s tone was pleading. “I know you’re upset about the situation with Miss Amelia, and because Mr. Cantrell announced her as his fiancée. But right now he’s gravely ill. He’s already agreed to drop the project and cut ties with Miss Amelia. In fact, he plans to tell the media it was all just a misunderstanding—a PR stunt. He’ll make it clear he never had anything to do with Miss Amelia. The only woman he’s ever been involved with… is you.”
Sebastian’s eyes flickered toward Emily. Panic and suspicion burned in them as he searched her face, his grip on the phone tightening, gaze boring into her as though he could read every thought.
“Miss Crawford,” Dillon pressed on, “you’ve always been so considerate. You know him better than anyone. You’ve spent five years with him. You know he has always loved you. Only you.”
Emily almost rolled her eyes. Her face fell flat with disbelief. A string of curses burned at her tongue, but she swallowed them, fury still simmering. With a snap, she snatched the phone from Sebastian’s hand.
Her voice shook with rage as she spat into the receiver, “And I’m telling you, your boss isn’t made of gold! I’m not going to treasure him for life just because I wasted five years on him. Why the hell does he think I’ll forgive everything he’s done just because of those five years?”
Silence fell for a moment on the other end. Then came shuffling noises, hurried movement, voices overlapping in commotion.
And then, Lucas’s voice came through the line, conflicted and tense.
“You wanted to get married at the Palace in Italy, right? You wanted a wedding dress by Dior. I can give you everything— the best marriage. Emily, the only reason I agreed to that project with Amelia, the only reason I announced her as my fiancée, was because I wanted to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. All my money, my success— it’s all for you. Everything I did was for you!”
His words tumbled out frantically, breathless, as though he was fighting against time itself, desperate to pour out everything he hadn’t said to Emily before.
Emily let out a harsh scoff, anger twisting her features. “Lucas, I can have everything I want in life without you. I don’t need your luxuries. And I’ll say it again—we’re over. Stop contacting me again and again.”
She hung up before he could reply, her finger stabbing the screen. Immediately, she deleted his number, erased the call log, anything to avoid seeing his name again.
But Sebastian’s burning stare lingered on her, making her chest tighten with unease.
