Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

When Sebastian returned home carrying a paper bag around midnight, there were still people talking in The Crowley family's living room. "Sebastian, you're back..."

Sebastian lazily replied, "Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Sebastian, you're back. I had nothing to do today, so I came to see Mrs. Crowley."

Seeing Rachel, Sebastian couldn't be bothered to even give her a cold look: "Mom, staying up late is bad for your health."

Mrs. Crowley was in her fifties but looked like she was only in her forties due to good maintenance. She quickly went over and touched her face: "Really?" Sebastian impatiently said, "I'm tired. Going upstairs to sleep now."

Mrs. Crowley grabbed onto Sebastian: "Hey, wait a minute! Rachel has been waiting for you at home for a long time!"

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Originally intending for Sebastian and Rachel to talk with each other alone, Mrs. Crowley accidentally saw the wound on his neck: "Oh no! What happened? Who bit you? And this..."

There were still traces of lipstick around the wound that hadn't been wiped off yet... Mrs. Crowley's expression turned ugly as she turned around and looked at Rachel, who was pale-faced and trembling slightly from being emotionally hurt. Feeling awkward herself now, Mrs. Crowley said hesitantly,"Rachel... Why don't you go home first?"

Red-eyed, Rachel said, "Mrs. Crowley,I want to say something to Sebastian.I don't blame him."