True Love Deserves a Second Chance
Chapter 80 Without Her, He Would Die

A few days later...

Sebastian had just blown up in a meeting with the department heads.

Everyone felt relieved as they left the conference room.

They whispered among themselves, "What's up with Mr. Winters lately? He seems pissed at everything. He praised my proposal last time, but today he tore it apart." Someone in the know sneered, "Who was at the meeting with Mr. Winters last time?"

"Ms. Blackwood."

"Exactly, Mr. Winters broke up. We should cut him some slack."

They chatted while walking, unaware that Sebastian was right behind them.

With a stern face, Sebastian walked into his office. Isabella followed with a cup of coffee.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Sebastian, I made you some coffee. Give it a try."

Sebastian responded indifferently and took a sip.

His brows immediately furrowed, "Did you add sugar?"

Isabella was taken aback, "You never liked it bitter, so I added some sugar."

Sebastian put the cup down heavily and said coldly, "You don't need to make coffee for me anymore. You can leave."

"Sebastian, tell me what I did wrong, and I'll fix it. Please don't make me leave, okay?"

She had gone to great lengths, even resorting to drastic measures, to get the position of Chief Secretary.

She couldn't afford to lose the best chance to get close to Sebastian.

Seeing her cry so pitifully, Sebastian grew impatient, "Just leave. I won't want coffee anymore. Just give me water."

No matter who made the coffee, he didn't like it.

None of them made it as well as Joey did.

He even suspected that Joey might have put something in the coffee, otherwise, why would he crave her coffee so much?

At that moment, he received a phone call.

Seeing the caller ID, he immediately answered.

"Mr. Murphy, have you heard from her?"

"Mr. Winters, the sanatorium received a donation yesterday, totaling 38 million dollars. I suspect it has something to do with number 11 from back then."

Hearing this, Sebastian's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"She left a message: [Our story began and ended here. There will be no more 9911.]"

Sebastian silently repeated the number: 9911.

He thought, 'That was the number representing me and number 11 together.

What did she mean by 'there will be no more 9911?'

Did she not want to see him again?

They hadn't even reunited, so why would she say that?

Had she already seen me?'

The thought made Sebastian's heart clench.

Back then, when he went abroad for eye treatment, he had left her a letter, asking her to find him after she was discharged.

Sebastian was confused, 'Why had she never shown up all these years? Did she not receive the letter, or did she not want to see me again?'

Sebastian took out a phone from the drawer.

It was a phone designed for the visually impaired, with voice prompts for calls and messages.

He tapped into the messages and saw countless texts.

All from number 11.

She couldn't speak, and he couldn't see, so they could only communicate this way.

[The maple tree we planted together has grown tall and has many green leaves.]

[When autumn comes, I'll make a bookmark for you with the maple leaves.] Seeing this message, Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly.

He seemed to remember that Joey liked to use maple leaves as bookmarks.

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Since Joey left, Sebastian had been in a foul mood.

He, who rarely frequented nightlife spots before, often went there to drink after those events, even asking Alexander to find women to accompany him.

It was the weekend again, and a young starlet sat beside Sebastian.

Facing such an important figure, the starlet naturally used all her means to get closer to Sebastian.

But Sebastian didn't even lift an eyelid, nor did he have any physical contact with her.

The starlet, Whitney Houston, felt a bit dejected. She got up and was just about to reach for her drink when her body swayed, then she slammed her whole body towards Sebastian's arms. Sebastian, with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at her coldly.

Just as Whitney was about to fall into his arms, he quickly moved aside. Whitney hit the back of the sofa hard, and her nose started bleeding. Seeing this, Alexander laughed heartily.

He said to Whitney, "Enough, your little tricks don't work on him."

He threw a wad of cash at Whitney and blasted her out without mercy.

Then Alexander looked at Sebastian with a smile, "You asked me to find women for you, and I've found over a dozen, but you haven't touched a single one. What do you mean? Are you kidding me?"

He picked up his phone and smiled meaningfully, "How about I call Joey to tell her you're drunk, asking her to come get you?"

Sebastian's deep eyes flashed with a glimmer of light at these words.

But the light quickly faded.

A faint, indifferent smile appeared on his stern face.

"Do you think I've never seen a woman before? I won't be pining for her."

Alexander looked at his arrogant and stubborn demeanor and couldn't help but sneer.

"You've seen women, and they're all beautiful, but none of them can have sex with you, except Joey."

"Would it kill you not to mention her?"

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Sebastian, feeling exposed, was displeased. He picked up his glass and downed several drinks in a row.

Alexander, unable to bear it any longer, took out his phone and called Joey.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

Soon, Joey's cool and detached voice came through.

"Mr. Cross, what do you need?"

After not hearing her voice for a few days, Sebastian felt like his heart was hit by something once hearing it again. Sebastian's deep eyes glimmered.

He gripped his glass tighter and tighter.

But his face remained calm.

Seeing his pretense, Alexander deliberately put the phone on speaker.

Alexander then said, "Nothing much, I just wanted to ask how your father is doing. Is the medicine I prescribed working?"

Joey replied politely, "He's doing well, thank you for your concern, Mr. Cross."

"Don't mention it. We're so familiar with each other. If you need anything, just let me know. Our relationship has nothing to do with that jerk. Don't lump me in with him." Joey's voice was gentle and pleasant, "I won't, Mr. Cross, you're overthinking it."

"That's good. If I need your help, you won't refuse, right?"

"If it's for you, I won't."

Her words were clear enough, almost saying directly, "I'll help you, but not Sebastian."

Alexander had intended to use their relationship to ask for her help, but she saw through it.

He chuckled awkwardly, "It's kind of for me. Sebastian and I are drinking at a bar. He's had too much, and so have I. If you're free, could you help me take him home?" After saying this, Sebastian, who had been calm, felt his heart stop for a moment.

He had never felt so nervous.

He could even hear his own heartbeat.

After a few seconds of silence, Joey's shallow voice came through.