Chapter 222. Reckless

CELINE's P O V

As I sat next to Sebastian inside his car, I brushed away my tears and sniffled, trying to compose myself. He had rolled the partition up so that we could converse freely without having to be concerned about Jason and his security, who were sitting in the front of the car. We'd decided that being here was safer, in case there were reporters around, or Brylee’s accomplice.

‘‘So, you’ve heard it from Louis…’’ I whispered, and Sebastian nodded.

He told me that he left that night because Louis insisted that he should come to see what Chris had found out—it was Brylee's fingerprints that matched what they saw in Claire's car, and the one who was helping her was Mr. Hudson, Claire's stepfather.

‘‘I was about to go home that night, but Louis urged me to take a shot of his rum, and I had no clue that I could fall asleep with only a few shots. We also didn’t expect a stranger to invade our secret place...’’ he shook his head as if it was the most regretful thi