Chapter 134. Not My Wife

BRYLEE's P O V

‘‘S-seb…’’

His silence made me feel even more frightened. I secretly wished, and crossed my fingers in the high hopes that he wouldn't identify me as Brylee. It’s too early for him to catch me, and ruin my plans.

Seb averted his sight, making it impossible for me to read what was going through his mind. He gave me one more glance and a deep sigh as he adjusted the collar of my shirt before moving away from me.

‘‘Go to sleep, Celine...’’ he said, and I stared at him in disbelief.

What the hell? Why was he telling me to sleep? Was he not interested in making love with me?

‘‘Sleep…?’’ I inquired, smiling at him in a way that suggested my disappointment.

‘‘Yeah...’’ he said, shrugging. ‘‘You did mention that you were feeling a little tired, didn't you? It would be best if you could go to bed early tonight..."

He got up from the bed and helped me lay down again, at which point he covered me with the quilt.

‘‘Get some rest, Cel