His Last Cup of Warm Milk Came With Divorce Papers Chapter 01

His Last Cup of Warm Milk Came With Divorce Papers Chapter 01

After Sebastian Frost forced his way into my life, I gave birth to his child.

Ashamed and resentful, I kept my distance from both him and our son.

Until strange floating comments started appearing before my eyes:

[If Liliana keeps freezing them out like this, Sebastian’s patience is going to run out.]

[She has no idea her son cries himself to sleep every night. Poor little thing.]

[Sebastian is practically a monk at this point. He got one taste of her, then got shut out completely. At this rate, he is going to wear a hole through his sheets.]

[Tonight is the night. He brings her warm milk again. She knocks it over. This time, instead of comforting her, he files for divorce.]

[After the divorce, she will find out just how brutal the world outside really is. In the end, she dies miserably.]

A knock sounded at the door.

I hurried over and opened it.

Sebastian stood there with a glass of warm milk in his hand, his gaze cold.

“Are you going to throw this all over me again?”

I shook my head and gently caught his sleeve.

“There’s thunder tonight,” I said softly. “Can you stay with me?”

Then I tilted my head and looked at the small face peeking out from behind him.

“Leo, do you want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy too?”

…

“What?”

The chill in Sebastian’s eyes eased for a second.

But the brief flicker of joy vanished almost instantly, replaced by a guarded calm.

“Liliana, are you testing me?”

He thought I was acting gentle just to make him lower his guard.

That way, maybe one day he would grow tired of me.

And let me go on his own.

I bit my lip, unsure how to answer.

I thought he would pull his hand away.

But he stayed frozen in place.

I barely whispered, “So… will you stay?”

Sebastian’s throat moved as he swallowed.

His gaze settled heavily on me.

Thick. Hot. Almost suffocating.

It made my legs go weak.

I had always been afraid of him when he looked at me like that.

It made me feel as if he might devour me in the next second.

He gave a faint, dry laugh.

“You really mean it?”

Under the relentless scroll of floating comments, I nodded.

Then I took the glass from his hand and drank all the warm milk.

[Isn’t she trying to make up with him a little too late?]

[Three years of ice-cold treatment. His love for her has to be almost burned out by now.]

[Once he divorces her, her own father will sell her to some sixty-year-old creep just to help the fake heiress climb higher.]

[If she had treated him even half-decently, she would not end up broken and discarded.]

[Honestly, Sebastian may be obsessive and intense, but at least he is young and fit. If she had woken up sooner, she would be having a much better time right now.]

[Lol. When life gets stressful, just look at little Leo.]

I glanced down before I could stop myself.

Then I felt a warm, soft grip around my wrist.

“Mommy, can I really sleep with you?”

Sebastian’s genes were undeniable.

Leo looked like a smaller, softer version of him.

He tilted his little face up, eyes full of hope.

I froze for a second, then gave a small nod.

He blinked like he could not believe it.

Then he whispered, “Mommy, can you bend down?”

I leaned over.

His cheeks flushed pink with shyness as he wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

Then he turned to Sebastian.

“Daddy, is it Christmas already?”

Sebastian said nothing.

His eyes stayed fixed on my lips, darkening.

[There is still milk on her lips. I am not even going to say what Sebastian is imagining.]

[The tension is insane.]

[So soft. So pink.]

[If she made the first move, he would lose control in a second.]

[That would be something.]

[Don’t even start. Sebastian is winning the patience Olympics.]

[His whole obsessive husband reputation is being seriously challenged.]

[Liliana, if you are all sharing a bed, do not let me down.]

[I have no idea what is happening, but I am leaving a box of tissues here just in case.]