True Love Deserves a Second Chance by Nox Shadow

Chapter 283 Loving Him for Seven Years

Back in the day, Sebastian lost his sight, and Number 11 lost her voice. They used this account to chat.

This phone was tricked out for the blind, reading every message out loud. And this number? Strictly for Number

11; he didn't hit up anyone else.

Sebastian stared at the message on his phone, deep in thought: [Number 99, can you see me? I'm waving at

you.]

'So, the chick in front ofis the Number 11 I've been hunting for." Sebastian glanced over again, and the

woman, Lena Hayes, signed at him: [Number 99, long tno see.]

Seeing this, Sebastian's eyes locked. This was the only sign language sentence Number 11 had taught him back

then. She'd said if they ever met again, she'd use this to let him know it was her.

Sebastian stood there, his intense gaze fixed on Lena by the window.

All this info was only known to him and Number 11. He shouldn't doubt her, but the timing of Lena's appearance

made him suspicious.

'l just had a blowout with Joyce, and now Number 11 shows up. Coincidence or someone pulling strings? If it's a

setup, who is she? And where's the real Number 11?' Thinking this, Sebastian nodded slightly at her and walked

into the café. Lena couldn't hide her excitement. "Number 99, how've you been?"

Her voice was soft and soothing, like a lullaby.

Sebastian smirked. "What took you so long to find me?"

Lena's eyes welled up instantly. She stared at Sebastian for a while before speaking, "After | got out of the

hospital, things went south at home. My dad's company hit a financial crisis, my stepmom ran off with another

guy, and my dad, stressed out, jumped off a building. | took over the company, but a few years later, | couldn't

keep it afloat and sold it."

Hearing this, Sebastian's eyes flickered. "You sold the company and then donated the money to the nursing

home?"

Lena nodded slightly. "My dad was into sshady business. | didn't want that dirty money, so | donated it."

Sebastian looked at her calmly. "Then why did you leave a message saying there would be no more 99117?"?"

Lena's eyes looked a bit sad as she gazed at him. "I saw your news and found out you were the big boss of

Winters Group. My dad's company was under investigation, and | was worried it would drag you down, so I cut

ties. Later, | wasn't implicated, and | donated all the money. Now | have a stable job, and | think I've finally got

my act together, so | dared to csee you."

As she spoke, tears shimmered in her eyes. Her gaze was pure, no hidden agenda, just like Number 11 back

then.

Even knowing he was a big shot, she never asked for anything. Their bond was all about mutual support and

comfort. No strings attached.

Sebastian took a sip of coffee, his expression calm as he looked at Lena. "What's your name, and where do you

work?"

Lena replied, "My nis Lena Hayes, and | work as a secretary."

Sebastian pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lena, saying in a deep voice, "If you run

into any trouble, call this number. | gotta bounce."

After that, he turned and bounced out of the café.

Watching him leave, the light in Lena's eyes faded. She pulled out her phone and shot off a message: [We met,

but he's onto me. Can't get close.]

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joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Logan read the message

with a wicked grin. "If he were that easy to fool, he wouldn't be Sebastian."

Karl chuckled. "Sebastian's definitely gonna dig into Lena's background next. No way he's buying it just like

that."

Logan sneered, "I'll make him believe it."

Sebastian stepped out of the café and, as soon as he got into the car, told Dominic, "Check out this woman

named Lena Hayes."

Dominic asked, "Did anything seem off when you talked to her?"

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "It's weird because nothing seemed off. She had all the answers ready, and she felt

like a stranger, not like Number 11."

Dominic started the car and glanced at Sebastian in the rearview mirror. "If she's a fake, then where's the real

Number 11, and how do they know your secrets?"

Thinking about it, Sebastian couldn't help but worry. He hoped this wouldn't drag Number 11 into trouble.

In the morning, Joyce woke up from a nightmare. She dreamed of Connie lying in a pool of blood, reaching out to

her, tears in her eyes.

This scene kept replaying in her mind, along with Connie's painful groans. Joyce sat up abruptly, gasping for

breath, sweat covering her forehead.

Just then, Benjamin cin, looking worried. "Joyce, another nightmare?"

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eyes. "lI dreamed my mom was covered in blood."

Benjamin hugged her gently. "It's okay, it's all over now. Cordelia's been sentenced to death. Once Ms. Guise's

case wraps up, she'll be executed, and your mom can rest in peace."

"Dad," Joyce's voice was raspy, "Will my mom blme for marrying Sebastian?"

Benjamin stroked her head softly. "No way. She picked him for you. She'd be happy."

"But she didn't expect Cordelia to hurt her. Theodore said when Mom died, she was clutching that ruby necklace.

| think she knew Cordelia was the murderer. Was she trying to call off the engagement?"

Hearing this, Benjamin was at a loss. Connie clutching that necklace at her death had always been a mystery. If

Connie knew Cordelia wanted to harm her, Joyce's theory made sense.

He gently patted Joyce's back. "Don't overthink it. You have to live your own life. Even if your mom didn't agree

with your marriage to Sebastian, you two love each other and even have a kid. Are you really planning to give up

on this marriage?"

Joyce's eyes suddenly reddened. She looked up at Benjamin, tears streaming. "Dad, | can't leave him. I've loved

him for seven years. | can't bear to part with him."

She buried her face in Benjamin's chest and sobbed quietly.

Standing outside the door, Sebastian felt his eyes burn hearing this. He wanted to rush in and hold Joyce, but

that sentence echoed in his mind again.

'Why does Joyce say she's lovedfor seven years? Didn't we meet three years ago?’ Thinking this, Sebastian

felt like an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe. He wondered when Joyce actually

met him.