Sebastian didn't hesitate to sit right next to Lucien, much to the latter's displeasure.
"I'm offering this to Winter, not you," Lucien said.
"I'm sure the table is assigned, but not the chair," Sebastian insisted. He smiled at Winter and patted the chair between him and Patricia. "Sit here, darling."
Winter chuckled and sat on the only seat available at the table. She crossed her legs, and gave Lucien a warm smile, "I'm sorry, Lucien. This is the only seat left."
Lucien couldn't stay angry seeing that warm smile, so he nodded, "It's fine. I'm also surprised that we're at the same table. It must be fate, no?"
"Then, is it also fate for me to sit with you?" Patricia said, and Lucien stopped smiling.
Patricia winked at Winter, and whispered, "I got you. Don't worry about him."
