Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 18 When Chelsea reached the bottom step, she spotted Sebastian out of the corner of her eye, laughing animatedly with her sister, and Peter. His left hand was planted firmly on her sister's lower back The sight made her cringe with discomfort, but could she do something about it? No! Definitely not. She sized him up before they noticed her. Unlike before, when the man was brooding, today he was dressed in a designer pinstripe suit, which was appropriate attire for a man of his caliber. He towered over her sister with the same dark hair she remembered one year ago, that faded almost all the way to the middle of his head. However, his face bore the signs of his age, as unwrinkled lines dotted his forehead and eyes. Despite being obviously a lot older than her sister, his attitude was somewhat authoritative over here, and that immediately annoyed her. "Oh! Hi, Chelsea. We've been waiting for you," Christie said, gazing at her. Sebastian smiled and nodded his head towards him.

"Hi, aunt Chels." Peter smiled and waved his hands.

She moved towards them cautiously, still examining her soon-to-be stepbrother-in-law.

"Remember Sebastian?" Christie said, grinning from ear to ear. Clearly, she had anticipated this meeting for a long time. "How can I forget?" she faked a smile. "Nice to meet you again, Chelsea. Your sister has told me so much about you and your trip to Kenya." Sebastian released a big smile and stretched out his hand. She had no choice but to shake it.

She has developed an unexpected distaste for the man who has uprooted her sister from their home in the city by flaunting his hidden wealth and persuading her with outstanding luxuries. Of course, Chelsea was born with it but her lifestyle changed dramatically one year ago. "Unfortunately, Sebastian, I didn't even know you existed and that you'd been dating my sister."

Christie whipped her head around at her in a spectacular fashion, clearly horrified by her aggressive comment.

The air becomes thick with apprehension.

My sister glared at her while Sebastian, clearly offended, stayed calm.

"Well..." Chelsea stated, in what can only be an endeavour to lighten the situation somewhat." Sebastian has some excellent news for you, Chelsea." She nudged him. "Tell her, Sebastian." "Well, your sister and I have arranged an apprentice in my company for you while you decide whether to go back to modelling or something you want to do with your life. You will be the personal assistant to my friend." The fucking nerve! How dare they?

"My friend is the head of our family's mining company," Sebastian started, with a smug and silly smirk on his face, which made Chelsea want to slap his face with his beautiful antique plates. How on earth could this be the same man from one year ago?

"Excuse me?" They ignored them, clearly amused by her reaction.

"I can't wait until my friend gets here so you can get to know each other," Christie added with eagerness. "Aren't you excited, Chelsea? This is a great opportunity!"

No, I am not excited.

Why the hell would I be?

After a year of important and meaningful work in Kenya, which changed the lives of poverty stricken orphaned children, they just expected her to jump straight into the corporate world? No! She wants to go to Africa soon.

She wants them to join the rat race and be some hoity-toity, billionaire's friend's PA?

Damn, Catherine might consider this crazy. She noted to call them or let them know that she was back in London. Has Christie gone bat shit crazy?

"I'm sorry, but I have no interest in such an apprenticeship," she muttered, shaking her head.

Their confused faces gawked back at her.

"Dear, come on, Chelsea. You could, at least, give it a try and see how you feel about it later," her sister pleaded.

"Christie, I have been volunteering in Kenya for the past year, doing work that I love and making a real difference in the world. I have no interest in being anyone's PA, especially not to another billionaire. I'm sick of their world. I want to go to Africa next. But I guess you are too busy getting engaged and moving into a pretentious mansion to know that about me, huh?" She glared at her as if she had just stabbed her in the heart. Chelsea has never felt so withdrawn from her. She knew her words were harsh, but she had to hear them.

"Excuse me," Chelsea said, walking away from them and back to the staircase.

Her eyes are swollen with tears. God, why has everything seemed to be so strange and difficult lately? After a year of being apart, her sister and she finally get to be in the same room, only to realize that they have become two different people. And ones that clash. And she hated that idea. She wanted her life back, but after what happened to Dave and her back then, she wanted nothing but to leave Europe. She felt their eyes watching her as she climbed the steps. They probably do not understand her behaviour. But she was in no mood to contemplate their feelings.

"She's had a long day. Let's just give her some time to rest until he gets here," Chelsea heard her sister's soft voice say when she reached the top of the stairs. The comment was followed

by her attempt to reassure Sebastian that this was not her usual behaviour and that after she got some rest, she would feel a lot better.

Yeah, right, sister. She was a child no more.

This was not a temper tantrum. This was an adult aversion to what her fiancé had just offered her, which goes against everything she has come to believe in.

Back in her room, she waited for the sound of her footsteps in the hallway and softly knocked on the door. After she let her inside, she would hug her and ask if everything was okay.

But she never comes.

Just over an hour later, Chelsea eventually heard from her. "Chelsea, come down to dinner!" Her voice was chirpy on the other side of the door.

At least one of us was in a better mood. Deciding to give this whole assimilation process another shot, she made her way slowly back downstairs, down the staircase, and into the ballroom where a grand dining table had been set. The twelve-seater was lavishly arrayed with fancy silver cutlery, crystal glasses, luxurious place mats and a spread of amazing five-star hotel food. Looking around the rest of the room, there were several what appeared to be modern masterpieces on the walls, and three additional chandeliers hovering over the table. Three male servers also stand like statues at either end of the table, each with a pressed white napkin draped over their forearm. Already seated, Chelsea and Sebastian's voices were joined by a familiar, smooth, male voice that she recognized. Her heart hammered.

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