On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 138: This Mother and Son Don’t Seem to Know Each Other Well

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: This Mother and Son Don’t Seem to Know Each Other Well

When the door to the adjacent private room opened, my colleagues, who had been partying hard, suddenly fell silent.

"President Forrest is here..."

"President Forrest..."

Listening to the scattered greetings, I subconsciously glanced at Sebastian Forrest and finally understood what he’d meant earlier: "When I’m not around, they’re more relaxed."

’He was right.’

"Joyce, over here."

Just then, Julian Hayes stood up, waved me over, and pointed to the seat next to him.

I subconsciously started to walk over, but before I could take more than a few steps, Sebastian Forrest pulled me back. "We’re sitting here."

With that, he led me by the hand to a nearby table and sat down.

Instantly, my colleagues exchanged glances. Seeing Sebastian Forrest holding my hand, their faces were practically ablaze with gossip.

I quickly pulled my hand out of Sebastian Forrest’s grasp and tried to cover my embarrassment by talking to the colleague beside me.

"Here, try this."

But of course, right at that moment, Sebastian Forrest placed a piece of meat on my plate. "Weren’t you just saying you were hungry? Hurry and eat something."

"Thank you." I couldn’t exactly tell him to be quiet, so I could only use politeness to create some distance and avoid my colleagues getting the wrong idea.

Unfortunately, Sebastian Forrest seemed determined to do the exact opposite of what I wanted.

He kept piling food onto my plate, one dish after another. ’It’s like he’s afraid I won’t get enough to eat!’

Seeing the atmosphere grow more subdued, I knew it was because my colleagues couldn’t relax with Sebastian Forrest here.

’This private room costs five figures for one night,’ I thought. ’It would be a total waste to just sit here eating and drinking.’ I had to find a way to discreetly get Sebastian Forrest to leave.

"It’s getting late. Aren’t things busy at the company?"

Sebastian Forrest showed me his wristwatch—it was 7 PM.

’Alright, at this hour, even the most devoted workaholic would be done for the day.’

Just as I was racking my brain for something to say that would make Sebastian Forrest leave, he suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Are you full?"

"Huh?" I froze for a moment. Once I realized what he’d asked, I quickly nodded. "I’m full. Are you?"

"I’m full, too."

I was just about to say, ’If you’re busy, you should get going,’ when Sebastian Forrest suddenly stood up. "Chelsea, I received a letter of intent for a voice-acting collaboration with Galaxy Group today. Do you want to take a look?"

"A movie from Galaxy Group?!" I was utterly astonished, as if I couldn’t believe my ears.

It wasn’t just me. The moment they heard the name "Galaxy," all of my colleagues’ eyes began to sparkle.

’This is the ultimate dream for every voice actor!’

’If I could really dub a film for Galaxy, I could die without any regrets.’

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Sebastian Forrest smiled.

"I want to see it." I shot to my feet. "Where’s the letter of intent? At the office or somewhere else?"

"We’ll have to go back to the office."

I nodded eagerly. "Can we go right now?"

The corners of Sebastian Forrest’s lips curled up. "Alright."

Soon, I was eagerly following Sebastian Forrest into his car. I didn’t let up the entire way, pestering him with one question after another, determined not to miss a single detail.

Sebastian Forrest, however, was incredibly patient, answering every single question I asked.

Just as I was caught up in my own excitement, a call suddenly came in.

I subconsciously glanced at the caller ID on the car’s display—it was a call from Henry Paxton.

Sebastian Forrest answered it directly. "Hello, what’s up?"

"President Forrest, the staff downstairs said your mother has arrived at the company. She’s in your office right now."

As soon as the words were spoken, the smile on my face faded slightly, and I immediately looked up at Sebastian Forrest.

"Okay, I know." Sebastian Forrest pressed his lips together. His expression was calm, betraying no other emotion.

After he hung up, I spoke up. "Why don’t I just get the letter of intent from the office tomorrow? You should go see your mother first..."

"No need." Sebastian Forrest turned to look at me. "We’ll go together."

"Is that okay?"

’Although Sebastian Forrest and I haven’t made things official yet, he’s already confessed his feelings for me, so our relationship is unavoidably ambiguous...’

Sebastian Forrest smiled at me. "What are you so nervous for? It’s not like you’re meeting the parents."

"..."

’Seeing how unconcerned Sebastian Forrest was, if I kept being hesitant, it would just make me look like I had something to hide.’

’Whatever, I’m just going there for work anyway.’

’There’s nothing to worry about.’

...

Soon, the car pulled into the company’s underground parking garage.

Sebastian Forrest and I rode the elevator upstairs. Just as we arrived at his office and my heart was pounding with anxiety, he pushed the door open without hesitation.

A beautifully dressed, elegant woman was sitting on the sofa, leafing through a book on the coffee table. Hearing the noise, she subconsciously looked up, revealing a serene yet exquisite face.

’I had to admit, Sebastian Forrest must have inherited his mother’s good looks. She had an aura that was at once gentle and ruthlessly decisive, one that made you instinctively straighten your posture.’

"What brings you here?" Sebastian Forrest’s voice was flat, almost emotionless, as if he were speaking not to his mother but to a complete stranger.

I turned to look at Sebastian Forrest in surprise.

’I had heard a little about Sebastian Forrest’s parents. I knew it was a marriage of business convenience and that they had spent more time apart than together since getting married, with almost no affection between them.’

’Sebastian Forrest, on the other hand, was raised by the family patriarch, Mr. Forrest, from a young age, so his opportunities to see his parents were few and far between. It was easy to imagine what their relationship was like...’

"I was passing through Kington on a business trip today, so I came to see you." Catherine Bennett’s voice was just as indifferent, as if she were discussing business.

As I listened quietly from the side, I suddenly got the strange feeling that this mother and son barely knew each other.

’The feeling was utterly absurd.’

’They were supposed to be the two closest people in the world.’

’Somehow, my heart ached for him. I couldn’t even imagine how the young Sebastian Forrest had grown up, yet still managed to become so outstanding...’

"And this is...?" Catherine Bennett’s gaze shifted to me.

"Hello, Ma’am," I quickly introduced myself. "My name is Chelsea Joyce. I was Senior Forrest’s junior at university, and now I’m helping out at his company."

"Chelsea... Joyce," Catherine Bennett repeated, her expression turning pensive.

"Have you seen your father?"

She quickly turned back to Sebastian Forrest. "I heard he’s back in the country recently?"

I lowered my gaze. ’They’re husband and wife, yet she only knew of his whereabouts through hearsay...’

"Not yet."

Catherine Bennett didn’t seem to find anything amiss with Sebastian Forrest’s answer. After asking her questions, she stood up. "I’ll be going, then."

Sebastian Forrest nodded. "Take care."

Just as Catherine Bennett reached the office door, she suddenly stopped. She glanced back, her gaze flickering almost imperceptibly over me before finally landing on Sebastian Forrest. "Your father will not agree to what you are planning... You’d best be careful."