Chapter 29 I Should Head Home Chapter 29 I Should Head Home +20 Free Coins After he finished speaking , the blond guy tried to prove himself by charging in with his fists . Sebastian sidestepped , swift and smooth . Then , he caught the guy's wrist and twisted it back . Soon , a crisp crack sounded . " Ahhh ! That hurts ! Let go ! " The blond guy howled , helpless as Sebastian pinned him against the bar , his arm twisted at an impossible angle . The loud music in the bar died at once . Everyone went silent , staring at the scene . The blond guy gasped in pain . " Let go ! Let go of me ! " The bar owner hurried over from behind the counter , worried about losing business . " Sir , could you please let this go ? I promise , this guy's banned from the bar from now on. You won't see him here again ." Sebastian finally let go , and the blond guy scrambled away as fast as he could . The owner rushed to smooth things over . " Sir , all your drinks tonight are on the house . I'll have someone bring you the best bottle we've got ! " The music started up again , and the crowd slowly scattered . Sebastian glanced over at Millie . A few strands of dark hair framed her face , her cheeks flushed from the whiskey , her eyes a little hazy . She really did look dangerously attractive like this . But she had no idea . Millie blinked , staring in a daze at the man in front of her . Why is he here ? I saw he left after I got out of the car . " Why are you here ? " 1/3 Chapter 29 I Should Head Home +20 Free Coins Sebastian calmly picked up a napkin and wiped his fingers , his voice flat . " I'm here for a drink ." He saw that her head was down , lost in her thoughts . He spoke lazily . " What , do you own the place ? Am I not allowed in ? " " No ... Millie was caught off guard , fiddling with her bag strap absentmindedly . Even with the heavy scent of alcohol in the bar , she could still catch the clean , sharp scent that clung to him . " Well , enjoy your drink , Mr. Hunt . I should head home ." She hopped off her barstool . The whiskey had hit harder than she expected . Her head spun and her legs buckled . Just as she was about to fall , a warm hand grabbed her waist , steadying her . Sebastian's palm was so big , it practically covered her waist . Millie could feel the heat of his hand through her dress . Her face turned a shade redder . " T- Thank you . " Sebastian drew his hand back , his deep voice coming from above , laced with subtle mockery . " If you can't handle your liquor , you should go easy on the drinks . Or maybe you're just hoping some guy will take advantage . " Millie's brain was still foggy from the whiskey , and she couldn't think of a retort . " I ... am not . " Sebastian's eyes narrowed . They were standing close , and for a moment , Millie just stared into his dark gaze , forgetting to look away . His face overlapped with the boy she remembered from childhood . Memories she'd buried deep started to flood her mind . He'd always been distant , but he slowly let her tag along behind him like a shadow . 2/3 21:45 Mon , Sep 29 Chapter 29 I Should Head Home +20 Free Coins She remembered one time , he was sitting under a sycamore tree with his casel , sketching the ocean . She sat nearby for ages before she finally asked , " What's so great about the sea ? People drown in it . " He glanced over , sunlight slanting across his straight nose , casting a faint shadow . " What do you want to draw ? " " I want to draw houses ." Millic swung her short legs , eyes shining . " Lots and lots of houses . Houses with pointy roofs , and houses with yards ." Then she could finally have her own home . He looked at her for a while . Then , after a pause , he held out his hand . " Come here ." That was the first time she'd picked up a paintbrush . His hand was warm and broad , wrapping around her tiny one as he taught her to draw a cottage with an attic . The chimney on the roof was crooked . Her first drawing wasn't great , but she'd treasured it under her pillow . He'd noticed how much she loved drawing houses . To help her grasp the basics of architectural logic in a more hands - on way , he would make a point to take her around the city , showing her all sorts of interesting buildings hidden in quiet corners . Sometimes , it was an old church covered in ivy . Other times , it was a modern art museum with sharp , clean lines . He would point to the pointed arches and explain how the mechanical structures worked . Her unusual sensitivity to architecture probably started from there . Back then , he'd seemed impossibly tall and capable . But now , she realized that he may have done all of that out of pity . People always looked down on orphans , treating them with sympathy or contempt . It was nothing new . Just like a stray cat on the street - sometimes , people tossed them half a piece of bread . And they did the same with orphans .