Only then did he understand how lonely it was to wait for someone who would never come home.

How many nights did Rachel Wood wait in silence like him right now?

As he thought about it, he realized he was unforgivably mean to Rachel in the past.

He was heartless. He was a bastard.

Irritation spiked Sebastian Brenand as he reminded himself how terrible he was. He got up and lit a cigarette, taking quick drags on it grumpily.

He had been smoking really uncontrollably these days.

He used to take a couple of cigarettes a day. However, a pack of cigarettes was simply not enough for him to survive a day now.

Sebastian was breathless with guilt and exasperation even after he puffed at a few cigarettes.

At last, he crushed the butt of the cigarette with his heels and grabbed his phone, calling his assistant, Jean Hanson, sulkily. “Jean, you don’t have to come to work anymore starting tomorrow…”

His words startled the sleepy Jean over the other end of the phone. Instantly, he rol