Chapter 183 Stopping Himself From Saying More
It was perhaps due to his overly stern tone that Madeline soon regained consciousness.
Her beautiful, tearful eyes had already opened by then, but Madeline seemed to be having a hard time focusing on anything in front of her. At this moment, she looked as powerless and weak as a small wounded animal.
Sebastian’s heart melted as he saw the pitiful sight. He cooed in a soft voice, “Good girl. Hold on for a little longer. We are almost home!”
“Home…” she mumbled as she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, her gaze still unfocused. “Aldo and Buddy…”
“They are both okay. They have only passed out from inhaling ether fumes in high concentration…” Then, he continued in a low voice, “Be a good girl and hold on for a bit, okay? You can see them after you feel better.”
“I’ll be good… I’ll listen to you… Aldo… Buddy…” Her eyes were already shut even though she kept mumbling incoherently. She didn’t seem like she knew what she was talking about.
Her hair was stuck to her forehead in perspiration and even her clothes were drenched in sweat.
Despite her wretched appearance that made her look like she had just been fished out of deep water, she seemed to look even more beautiful than before.
Her palm-sized face didn’t have a single blemish on her smooth, soft skin. On top of that, her drenched clothes stuck to her body and uninhibitedly brought out the curves that were hidden behind the clothes.
Sebastian couldn’t help but think he had to be a modern day politician for him to not do anything even though he had a beautiful woman in his arms!
Luke’s residence was fairly far away. Even though they had been stepping on the gas throughout their journey there, it still took them 30 minutes to arrive at his residence.
Madeline was already terribly unwell by the time they arrived there.
Sebastian swiftly covered her flushed face and torso with his coat, and after he got out of the car, he rushed to their bedroom with her in his arms.
Desmond, who had been at his post on the second floor, immediately walked over and greeted, “Young Master.”
“Have Aldo and Buddy regained consciousness?” Sebastian asked.
“They have not,” Desmond answered before reassuring his employer. “Please don’t worry too much about it, Young Master. The doctor has said that the little young masters only need their sleep now and they will be in tip-top condition once they wake up. There won’t be any after effects either.”
Sebastian let out a hum after hearing his words, and he instructed Desmond to bring the kids to the children’s room.
“Yes, Young Master!” Desmond and Quinton went into the bedroom and picked up the unconscious children.
“Guard them in their room,” Sebastian said to Desmond. “Don’t go anywhere before they wake up. They might get scared if they don’t see anyone with them after they wake up.”
“Yes, Young Master!” Desmond energetically replied.
After he had made the necessary arrangements for his sons, Sebastian headed into the bedroom with Madeline in his arms, while not forgetting to lock the door behind them after they were in the room.
Seeing the knocked out Madeline in his embrace, he hesitated for a minute and brought her to the bedroom instead of putting her in bed.
He didn’t want to take advantage of her when she was unconscious, and so he decided to let her take a cold shower. He wanted to know after she had regained her consciousness if she regretted her choices.
Then, he brought her into the bathroom, and after filling the tub with cold water, he carefully placed her in.
Madeline immediately jolted awake when her warm body touched cold water.
Sebastian squatted down beside the tub and held her by her arm to prevent her from slipping. “Can you hear me?” he asked.
She turned her head to the source of the voice and had to concentrate with all her might before her eyes finally focused. “S—Sebastian…”
“Correct. It is me. How do you feel? Do you need my help?” he asked again.
She chewed on the tip of her tongue and forced her eyes open in order to make herself more awake. With great difficulty, she stuttered, “T-Thank you… I… I want to be alone f-for now…”
“Got it.” Sebastian stood up. “Will you be alright by yourself?”
“Y—yes…” Madeline replied with a nod.
He lowered his head and his scrutinizing eyes fell on her. After making sure that she wasn’t as weak as she was before, he agreed to leave her to herself. “I’ll go take my shower, then. Give me a call if you can’t do it alone,” he said as he put a phone beside her hand.
He only left to go take a shower in the bathroom beside after seeing Madeline nod in response.
She was still in the bathroom when he returned from his shower. He could hear the sound of water flowing, but still, he was worried enough to knock on the door and call out, “Madeline?”
A quivering voice came from the bathroom. “I am fine…”
“Are you taking a shower in cold water?” His eyebrows had knitted together by then. “Don’t take too long. You will fall sick easily if you are in cold water for long.”
“I know… T-Thank you…”
Madeline’s voice that came through was so weak yet so stubborn at the same time.
Sebastian paused for a moment before he shook his head and a smile appeared on his face.
She might seem like she would be easy to bully because of how gentle and fragile she looked; however, she had tenacity and grit just like he did. She looked as pretty as a dodder, when she, in fact, was a pine tree that stood tall even in extreme cold weather.
She was the type of woman he admired.
He had always heard people talking about how god had taken extra care with him when he was made, but he had never understood nor believed these words.
Even though he had always been a lucky man, and that he was shockingly talented, he had also put in the extra work to get what he wanted. No one could have gotten their success with luck and talent alone.
However, today was the day he had to agree with what people had been saying about him.
His father had acted out in a fit of pique and stole a sample of his semen to support his senior’s career, which was why it wasn’t within anyone’s expectation that the person who ended up receiving the semen was a woman so beautiful and strong.
Madeline was the most brilliant woman Sebastian had ever come across in his life.
Having his and her genetics together was like a combination of the best of two worlds. It was no wonder Quincy and Joel were such wonderful children.
As his thoughts drifted to his children, he turned around and headed to the room next door.
The young boys, with their cheeks flushed, were sound asleep in the next room. They didn’t seem the slightest bit perturbed even when Sebastian went into the room.
When he saw Sebastian entering, Desmond, who had been watching the children from the bedside, quickly stood up and bowed. “Young Master,” he greeted.
Sebastian only gave a hum of acknowledgement as he sat down beside the bed and caressed the children’s foreheads.
“Don’t worry, Young Master. The doctor has given the little young masters their check-ups. Everything is normal. They will be fine after they wake up.”
Hearing that, Sebastian only nodded wordlessly.
Before long, Desmond called out to him again in a small voice, but his words trailed off before he finished his sentence.
Sebastian threw a look at him and chided, “Say what you have to say. Since when have you picked up speaking mumble jumbles?”
For some reason, Desmond seemed embarrassed before he finally spoke. “Umm… Emory and the rest of them… They are still kneeling outside…”
Kneeling for a little while might not have affected much of anything, but it was quite embarrassing for the 4 grown men to keep kneeling in front of the living room. That was why Desmond took up the courage to ask Sebastian what his intentions were.
Any kind of punishment, even ones that could make them bloody and bruised, would be far better than just kneeling there without knowing what was next in line for them.
Sebastian let out a deep frown at that and he growled, “Fred and Simon are free to go. It isn’t their fault that Aldo and Buddy were kidnapped, since it was the school that didn’t allow bodyguards. Beat Leonard and Emory up 20 times each, though. Let this serve as both a reminder and warning that I’ll send them back to the training camp so that they can be certified a second time if something like this ever happens again!”
