Kneeling for a Second Chance Novel

---- Chapter 285 Valeria was sure Nancy had driven her home last night. When she calmed down and looked out the bedroom's floor-to -ceiling window, the sea view outside was the same one she saw from her own place. 'That meant Sebastian was also staying in Bay View. Valeria opened the door and walked out, only to find Sebastian seated on the black leather couch in the living room. The second she appeared, he put the iPad aside and met her eyes. She cleared her throat, her gaze shifting aside in awkwardness. "T drank too much last night and mistook your unit for mine. Sorry for disturbing you.

I hope I didn't cause you any inconvenience." Valeria's voice lingered on the last few words, edged with faint sarcasm. Looking at him, she thought he could've walked her to the neighboring unit after she had gone to the wrong place last night. He surely had meant for this to happen. At the same time, Valeria reminded herself never to drink so much again. "Well, you did inconvenience me." Sebastian rose to his feet. ---- The silk robe hung loose on his tall, lean frame. His sharp, almost perfect features carried a cold, mature edge.

Valeria's smile was practiced , so he matched her tone with equal detachment and added, "You were drunk last night, and you vomited, made a fuss, and ruined my shirt. I looked after you until well past midnight." "That's impossible. I never cause trouble when I drink." Valeria instinctively retorted, but then she saw Sebastian lifting his chin slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she went into the washroom. In the trash sat a soiled deep-brown shirt, and the clinging scent of alcohol had yet to fade. She looked uneasy when she asked, "How much is it?

I'll pay you back." She then pulled her phone out of her bag, ready to transfer the money to Sebastian . She opened Venmo and scrolled down. She had transferred money to him before, so she went straight to the payment page and waited. However, the moment she heard his response , she went stiff. "880 thousand dollars ," Sebastian replied in a hoarse voice. Ifit were 80 thousand dollars, she would've transferred it without hesitation. But 880 thousand dollars? For one shirt ? Even the finest brand, handmade by the best tailor from Iugrea, couldn't cost that much.

---- Valeria looked at Sebastian. He sat on the couch, his legs crossed, the robe making him look cool and lofty. Perhaps because of his lean frame, his shoulders under the robe were broad yet slight, the outline of bone showing through. His voice was deep as he explained, "This shirt was handmade by an experienced Iugrean tailor with 50 years to boot. Only one set is made every two months. It's part of a matching suit and vest. Once the shirt is ruined, the suit can't be worn on its own. The price I've quoted is for the whole set." Valeria pursed her lips. "Mr.

Grant, could you perhaps explain why Twoke up in your bed?" She had seen her reflection in the mirror while changing earlier. There were no intimate traces on her body, so that meant she had simply slept in his bed. She had intended to be straightforward about it. After all, nothing had happened between them, and once Valeria walked out the door, she could forget this ever took place. Besides , if she was right, he was probably the neighbor next door. The height and view matched her own apartment's, just from another angle. She also knew that where he lived wasn't her business.

However, the suit cost 880 thousand dollars, Valeria had savings, but she couldn't fathom spending that much money ---- ona suit. Sebastian lifted his gaze, drawing her attention to the camera overhead. "My living room has surveillance. You knocked on. my door, came in, asked me to help you undress, and walked straight into my bedroom to claim my bed. "In the middle of the night, you wanted to throw up, and you used my shirt to wipe your mouth. It's all recorded. If you want, Ms.

Neal, Ican send youa copy." "That's alright." Suddenly, images from last night flickered brokenly through Valeria's mind, and she recalled asking Selena to help her pull the zipper. Fighting the throb of her hangover and the sudden heat of embarrassment at the fleeting image in her mind, she stepped quickly to the door. When she opened it, she paused and said, "Last night was an accident. I drank too much at a gathering. I used to be the only tenant in the entire building. Mr. Grant, if you hadn't suddenly moved in next door, this wouldn't have happened."