Rebirth: Love me Again

Chapter 113 Moments Missed, Moments Made

[EVE]

I stepped further inside, and I noticed the party aftermath—the empty glasses, half-deflated balloons, and the faint scent of cake lingering in the air.

I could picture everyone gathered here, celebrating, waiting for me. My chest tightened with the ache of guilt that I hadn't been there.

"Eve!" a voice called out, jolting me from my thoughts.

I turned to see Victor hurrying toward me, his face a mixture of relief and worry.

The moment he reached me, he pulled me into a tight hug, catching me off guard. His warmth wrapped around me, his heartbeat steady and grounding against my cheek.

Despite the shock, I found myself relaxing, the comfort of his embrace easing some of my guilt.

"I was so worried," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought something might have happened to you. Thank god you're okay."

"Oh, about that, I'm sorry," I murmured against his chest. "I got home and . . . I fell asleep. My phone died, and I didn't hear any of your calls or messages." My voice trailed off, shame coloring my words.

Only then did Victor seem to realize he was still holding me, his arms lingering a moment before he quickly released me, stepping back as though he'd been burned.

His face flushed as he stammered, "Ah, s-sorry . . . I just—I got caught up in the relief, and forgot my manners."

I offered him a small, understanding smile. "It's alright, really." The hug, unexpected as it was, wasn't really that of a big deal.

I was surprised to find that Victor was more affectionate than his stony face and guarded attitude had led me to believe.

"By the way, where's Sinclair?" I asked, scanning the room, hoping to make amends with him as well.

Victor's expression softened. "He's in the study. He was worried about you too."

At the side, Sebastian barked, and Victor bent down to pat his head. "Of course no one forgot about you," he said with a smirk. "Come on, let's go to Sinclair."

"Thanks, Victor. And I'm sorry for not showing up last night. I hope you still had a good time without me."

That Victor could be a perfectionist. That must be why he was so grouchy earlier.

Sinclair sighed. "I give up."

Deciding to lighten the mood, I nudged Sebastian forward. "Don't be grumpy, old man. Look, I brought Sebastian with me."

"Call me Grandfather," Sinclair replied, finally setting his paperwork aside and grinning as he saw Sebastian. "Come here, boy, I've got a gift for you!"

But Sebastian hesitated, staying by my side. Sinclair's face darkened, clearly displeased, so I gave the dog a gentle push.

Only then did Sebastian trot over to Sinclair, accepting a large bone with enthusiastic tail wags.

"Sebastian, remember, I'm still your owner. Have you forgotten that?" Sinclair chided, pretending to scold the dog, who just started gnawing happily on his treat.

"Come on, Grandfather, don't be so serious," I said, pulling out a small box and placing it on his desk. "I made you something."

Sinclair eyed the box suspiciously, then lifted the lid to find a handcrafted brooch inside. He examined it, his face scrunched up in a frown. "What is this supposed to be? It looks like crumpled paper."

I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to snap back. Sure, my crochet skills were amateur, but I'd poured my heart into making that brooch.

"It's supposed to be Sebastian," I said, pointing at the matching one pinned on his collar. "I made one for him too, see?"

Sinclair raised an eyebrow, inspecting the one on Sebastian. "Really? It looks like a wad of thread," he muttered dryly.

An angry vein throbbed in my forehead. "Fine. If you don't want it, I'll just take it back."

But before I could reach for it, Sinclair swiftly snatched it up. "Who said I didn't want it?" he retorted. "It may look like crumpled paper, but it's still a gift. And it'd be rude not to accept."

I forced a smile, masking my irritation.

Rude not to accept, but apparently, not rude to insult the person who made it,

I thought, watching as Sinclair pinned the brooch on his jacket with surprising care.