CELINE's P O V

Sebastian’s eyes were crinkled in a faint smile when he pulled away. ‘‘You don’t mind, do you?’’

‘‘How dare you!’’ I wanted to give him a slap on the face, so I raised my hand to do so.

However, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him instead. As a result, my face brushed up against his chest, and the aroma of his perfume mixed with his masculine scent lingered in my nostrils, causing me to shut my eyes.

‘‘I thought you ...