The next day, an earth–shattering voice echoed throughout Sebastian’s vi.


    “Seb, save me! Please!!!”


    Sebastian was still sound asleep. He was having a wonderful dream, where he and Rosalie were


    getting married.


    Rosalie was wearing a wedding dress, looking like a goddess- beautiful and noble. She was slowly


    walking toward him, a happy smile on her face.


    On the other hand, he was ecstatic, and reached out his hand to her The two of them stood on the


    stage; under everyone’s gaze, they exchanged wedding rings.


    When the host announced that the groom could kiss the bride, he cupped her face and gazed at her


    delicate cheeks. Feeling his heart race, he closed his eyes and leaned in slowly to kiss her.


    Just as their lips were only a few millimeters apart, a woman’s sharp voice pulled him out of his


    dream.


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    Sebastian had the urge to kill someone.


    He wasn’t a man with a particrly good temper. His good temper was reserved only for Rosalie,


    but this woman’s voice was obviously not hers!


    “Seb, save me!”


    Bang, bang, bang!


    After knocking on the door a few times, Yvonne turned the door handle and rushed in.


    “Seb, I identally broke Dad’s antique vase–and it’s his favorite, too! He’ll kill me if he finds out!


    Hurry up and save me!”


    She yanked the nket off Sebastian, who was only wearing a pair of sleep shorts. His upper body


    was bare, revealing his well–defined abs.


    Yvonne suddenly froze, staring in a daze. If Sebastian weren’t her brother, she would have pounced


    on him long ago.


    Sebastian opened his eyes and looked at her darkly, then sat upzily in bed.


    “Yvonne, do you know what I want to do right now?”


    “Save your dear sister!” Yvonne sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing his arm. “Wow, Seb. You’re so


    muscr.”


    She punched his muscles yfully.


    Sebastian stared coldly at her. She was really annoying.


    Recalling that she had more urgent matters to tend to, Yvonne said, You need to find a vase


    identical to this one. This is the one.”


    She took out her phone, and showed him a photo.


    “Please find the exact same one. I’m begging you!”


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    Sebastian nced at the photo, smirking. “Forget it. This vase is one of a kind. You won’t find


    another like it. Besides, you made the mistake yourself. Even if Dad cuts off your hand, I won’t butt


    in.”


    She had interrupted his wonderful dream, and still expected him to help her. Keep dreaming!


    Sebastian wasn’t a magnanimous person. He had been so, so close to kissing Rosalie.


    This annoying girl was bad at everything except causing trouble.


    “Seb, I’m your sister! If you don’t help me, who will?” Yvonne was on the verge of tears.


    “What does your mess have to do with me? You just couldn’t stay still. The more you’re told not to


    touch something, the more you want to touch it!” Sebastian reprimanded her.


    Their father’s antique collection was kept in a special room, away from especially Yvonne, because


    everyone knew how clumsy she was. Anything good in her hands was at risk of being broken.


    Every time she broke something, their father would be furious–but Sebastian always protected her,


    hiding her behind him.


    Every time, Sebastian would go easy on Yvonne–but this time, he definitely wouldn’t!


    “I was just curious. I’ve never seen that vase before, and I just touched it gently. It’s not my fault it


    wasn’t ced properly. It’s Dad’s fault!”


    Seeing Yvonne still trying to shift the me, Sebastian snorted coldly “Tell that to Dad, not me. Get


    out!”


    He figured he might still be able to continue his previous dream if he went back to sleep now.