Reborn, I Refused the Man I Once Forced to Marry Chapter 13

When Sebastian stood at the top of the mountain again, he remembered his mother’s tear-filled eyes and the way his father had desperately clutched his arm in his final moments.

Suddenly, he no longer wanted to die.

From then on, he brought food up the mountain every day and helped the little girl with her chores.

The little girl called him a good person and wished him a place in heaven after he died.

Sebastian told her he’d changed his mind.

He didn’t want to die anymore.

“A real man should die pursuing great achievements. Suicide is something only cowards do.”

The little girl didn’t believe him.

“You’re a cripple. You can’t even get married. How could you possibly be some great man?”

He wasn’t angry. Instead, he deliberately tried to scare her.

“It’s because I can’t find a wife that I come here to help you every day. I’m looking for a chance to kidnap you down the mountain and make you my little bride.”

“All right. You’ve helped me so much, and I have no way to repay you. I might as well marry you.”

The little girl wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. She made the outrageous suggestion without batting an eye.

“Come get me tomorrow. We’ll go home and live happily ever after.”

It had been nothing more than a joke. Sebastian hadn’t taken her seriously.

But the next day, remembering how hungry she’d looked, he still climbed the mountain.

Perhaps he could bring her home and let her live with him.

But he searched every corner of the mountain and couldn’t find her anywhere.

Sebastian could only laugh in frustration.

He swore he’d find that little liar and bring her back one day.

Back then, I’d thought he was joking when he said he’d changed his mind about dying.

I gave him an awkward smile.

“It’s not my fault. My family came to take me away so suddenly that I forgot to say goodbye.”

Sebastian smiled, taking his time before speaking.

“Little liar, do you know how prisoners are interrogated in the Council’s private detention facility?”

My knees nearly gave out. I almost dropped to the floor.

Sebastian had already stood up and was slowly walking into my room.

“They have different methods for making every prisoner suffer until they wish they were dead. Quite a few of those interrogation procedures and techniques were personally designed by me.”

He stopped beside my bed and used the book in his hand to gently lift my chin.

His eyes traveled over my face with amused interest.

“Now, let me think. What kind of treatment should I use on a little liar like you?”

He leaned closer and closer.

I lowered my eyes, too afraid to look at him.

“Sebastian, I’m your fiancée.”

He chuckled softly.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to use the methods reserved for fiancées.”

I froze.

But before I could react, he had already pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of my lips.

Resting his forehead against mine, he smiled.

“I’m just a cripple who can’t even find himself a wife. How could I possibly bring myself to hurt my fiancée?”

My entire face turned bright red.

How could someone be this wicked?