Chapter 362

Stephanie’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn’t even find words for Macro anymore and thought, “Isn’t his leg still injured? How could he be so reckless?”

But Macro wasn’t done yet. Ignoring the murderous looks from both Stephanie and Sebastian, he continued, “Since you’re always getting Stephanie hurt, be careful, or she might not want to stay with you anymore.”

Stephanie sighed inwardly. She had long given up on expecting any emotional intelligence from Macro.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he beckoned to a waiter nearby. The waiter approached respectfully. “Sir!”

Stephanie was speechless. Clearly, all the staff here worked for Sebastian.

“He’ll take you to your room,” Sebastian said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Okay,” Stephanie nodded and stood up obediently, ready to follow the waiter away.

Macro’s eyes widened in alarm, and he blurted out, “Hey, hold on! You can’t just leave.”

If she walked away now, he’d be toast. After a few close calls, he knew exactly what Sebastian was capable of—especially when left alone with him. But it seemed like his mouth had a mind of its own, always getting him into trouble before his brain could catch up.

Stephanie glanced back at Macro, her eyes softening with a hint of sympathy. “I really need to get some sleep.” She felt like she’d been run through a wringer, her body aching from the endless demands of the past few days.

“Wait, seriously?” Macro’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “You slept the whole flight. Are you saying he’s still pushing you too hard? Doesn’t he care that you’re hurt?”

Stephanie paused, thinking. Macro’s smart, but sometimes he’s such an idiot who didn’t think before he spoke. Maybe it’s time he learned a lesson the hard way!

As she turned to leave, she couldn’t help but glance at Sebastian one last time. “If you kick Bernie off the yacht, will that mess up your plans?” she asked, failing to shake the feeling that this might complicate things.

Sebastian’s eyes softened, and he reached out to gently tousle her hair. “Don’t worry about it,” he murmured. “Go get some rest. I’ve got this.”

“Okay,” Stephanie said softly with a nod, before following the waiter away.

As Stephanie passed Macro, he instinctively grabbed her wrist, his eyes wide with desperation. “Stefi, wait,” he blurted out, his voice tinged with fear.

She glanced at him. Macro just looked at her, as if he were trying to squeeze out every ounce of sympathy he could muster.

Sebastian’s gaze flicked to Macro’s hand on her wrist, and his eyes hardened imperceptibly. The air around him seemed to tighten, a silent warning hanging in the air.

“Let go, or you’ll get your arm bruised,” Stephanie said, her tone dry and matter-of-fact.

Macro’s grip loosened instantly, his hand retreating as if it had a mind of its own.

Stephanie turned to Sebastian, “This is on you. He’s always been so blunt, and you’ve just let him be like this for years.”

Macro’s eyes widened in horror. “Hey, what are you talking about? He might kill me!”

Stephanie sighed inwardly. She was trying to help him by subtly deflecting the situation, but he was too dense to see it. She shook her head, thinking, “Genius, huh? With that mind!” She quickly left the room.

Macro’s laugh was more of a nervous tic than anything genuine as he faced Sebastian alone. “I’m so sorry.”

Sebastian just turned and headed toward the tunnel, stripping off his shirt and then his pants.

Macro winced as he took in the broad expanse of Sebastian’s back, marred by faint scratches. Damn, Stefi must have really gone for him. It must be him pushing her too hard, he thought, shaking his head. But seriously, why is he undressing right in front of me?

Just then, the long-legged woman who’d been fetching the balls swam back. Her lips had turned pale from the cold water, but her eyes brightened when she saw Sebastian. She hesitated, her gaze lingering on his abs, and a hint of greed flickered in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed a rosy red as she shyly called out, “Sir?”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened, and he spat out, “Leave, now.”

The woman flinched, startled by his sudden hostility, and quickly turned to flee, her steps unsteady in her haste.