True Love Deserves a Second Chance
Chapter 94 I'm Not Dead Yet

A few simple words, but it felt like pulling teeth to get them out.

He'd never apologized to anyone before.

But now, he held Joey, whispering those words over and over.

Like saying them more would make Joey forgive him.

Joey's heart ached deeply.

The gap between her and Sebastian was too wide. A few apologies couldn't fix it.

If he'd trusted her even a little, if he'd ever had any feelings for her, they wouldn't be here.

She could never forget lying in a pool of blood, with Sebastian ignoring her.

She could never forget how he treated her like a caged bird, trampling on her seven years of love.

She could never forget the heartless words he said when she was on the brink of death.

Joey's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into fists.

She kept her voice cool. "Sebastian, I accept your apology. You can let go now."

Sebastian suddenly lifted his head, his eyes red as he looked at her. "You forgive me?"

Joey's expression remained unchanged. "I've said before, there's nothing to forgive. From the beginning, I didn't replace my place. Whether you misunderstood me or hurt me, I don't care. Just please don't bother me anymore." "Joey, what can I do to make you forgive me?"

Joey smiled faintly. "Mr. Winters, I just want you to stay away from me."

With that, she broke free from Sebastian's grip and turned to go inside.

Seeing the door close, Sebastian's body collapsed.

His back leaned heavily against the door, one hand clutching his aching stomach.

Sebastian's eyes were bloodshot, and the heat inside seemed to blur his vision, making everything in front of him unclear.

At that moment, the elevator door opened, and a tall, burly figure walked out.

Maxwell wore a black T-shirt and green camouflage pants, with sweat dripping down his chiseled face.

His eagle-like eyes glinted with a cold light.

He played nonchalantly with a lighter in his hand and looked up to see Sebastian leaning against the door, pale-faced.

Both of them widened their eyes simultaneously.

Sebastian spoke first, "What are you doing here?"

Maxwell smirked. "I just finished working out and came to have the breakfast Joey prepared for me. You look like a mess. Are you trying to get her back?"

Sebastian felt his stomach ache even more.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. "The last time you said a beautiful woman was taking care of you, you meant Joey?"

"Yeah, who else did you think? I'm Joey's bodyguard and driver now. I live right across from her. She not only cooks for me but also takes me shopping. It's such a comfortable and happy life, but some people are blind and don't know how to appreciate it."

Hearing these words, Sebastian felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as if his insides were being twisted together.

They ached with a heart-wrenching pain.

Sebastian clutched his stomach, sweat beading on his forehead.

But all he could think about were the things Joey had once said to him.

She said she liked cooking for him, liked buying clothes for him, and thought that was happiness.

He still remembered that no matter how late he got off work, Joey would wait to eat with him.

Even if she fell asleep on the couch waiting, she'd run barefoot into his arms the moment she heard him.

She'd look at him with those starry eyes. "Why are you back so late? I'm starving."

Every time Joey did that, he couldn't resist her.

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Only now did Sebastian realize that was happiness, that he once had it.

But he had destroyed his own happiness with his own hands.

Every time he thought of those moments, his heart ached painfully.

He hunched over, his face pale as he looked at Maxwell.

Sebastian's voice was cold. "I'm not dead yet!"

Maxwell looked at him, showing no concern.

Instead, he smirked. "Looking at you, you're not far from it. Besides, Joey can be good to anyone. She doesn't have to wait for you to kick the bucket. You're not her man." Sebastian felt like Maxwell was sent by Harold to torment him.

Maxwell knew exactly where he was hurting and would always twist the knife.

His pale lips twitched, and he looked at Maxwell with disdain. "You're too young. You think you can compete with me for a woman? You're not worthy!"

Maxwell didn't get angry; he laughed even more roguishly.

He placed his sweaty hands on his waistband, looking at him with a manly air. "Too young? Want to check?"

With that, he made a motion to pull down his pants.

Sebastian gritted his teeth in anger. "Get back to your room!"

"No, Joey made me breakfast. She's waiting for me."

With that, he pulled Sebastian aside, pressed the code under his cold gaze, and opened the door with a smile. "Joey, I'm back."

Inside, Joey's gentle voice came. "Go wash your hands and eat."

Hearing this, Sebastian felt a metallic taste in his mouth, like blood was about to spill out.

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He grabbed Maxwell's wrist and, looking inside, weakly said, "Joey, my stomach hurts."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slid down the door frame and sat on the ground.

But he was afraid Maxwell would close the door, afraid Joey wouldn't see him sick, so he clung to the door frame.

Maxwell frowned at him. "Sebastian, I didn't touch you. Don't pretend."

He kicked Sebastian's leg a few times, only to replace that Sebastian had really passed out.

He immediately shouted into the house. "Joey, Sebastian really passed out."

Joey was making oatmeal in the kitchen. Hearing the commotion, she immediately ran out.

She saw Sebastian, pale and slumped at the door, his face covered in cold sweat.

She knew he had been tormented all night and that his stomach was acting up.

But she didn't care and directly took out her phone to call Dominic. "Dominic, Mr. Winters passed out at my door. Come quickly."

When Sebastian woke up again, the person sitting beside him was still Dominic.

He looked around, not seeing Joey.

Dominic immediately asked, "Mr. Winters, what are you looking for?"

Sebastian's voice was hoarse and weak from illness. "Where is she?"

Dominic immediately understood and replied, "She went to work after calling me."

Hearing this, Sebastian tightly gripped the blanket.

He had passed out, and she's even in the mood to go to work.

Did she really not care about him at all?

His eyes grew darker, and his voice colder. "She just left me at the door and went to work?"