On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 146: The Boy Who Threw the School Uniform Was Actually Him

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: The Boy Who Threw the School Uniform Was Actually Him

I couldn’t help but smile, finding Sebastian Forrest’s sudden fit of jealousy a little funny.

Then again, thinking back on it now, falling for Theodore Grant at first sight did seem a bit absurd.

"What’s wrong? Too embarrassed to say?" Sebastian Forrest’s brow quirked as he smiled.

"Of course not," I shot him a look.

It was all ancient history, so there was no harm in telling Sebastian Forrest about it.

Besides, I’d gotten over it long ago.

"It’s nothing, really..." I looked at him, a bit resigned.

So I decided to tell him the whole story, from beginning to end.

"It was during gym class, and we were out on the field. The thing is... it was the first time I got my period, and I stained my skirt..." As I spoke, I glanced at Sebastian Forrest, only to see the smile vanish completely from his face. His eyes were fixed on me, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

"What’s wrong?" His expression was so strange it made me pause. A wild thought suddenly popped into my head. "You weren’t there at the time, were you?"

Sebastian Forrest didn’t answer. Instead, his Adam’s apple bobbed. "Keep going..."

I gave him a confused look, wondering what was going on, but I did as he asked and continued, "I was so scared and mortified back then. It felt like the end of the world. I wished everyone on earth would just disappear, or that I could disappear myself..."

"Just then, a large school uniform jacket was draped over my head. Even though everything went dark, to me, in that moment, it was like a savior had appeared..."

I stopped there. Maybe I was afraid of making Sebastian Forrest jealous, or maybe it was because that incident held such a special place in my heart.

Even after everything that had happened between Theodore Grant and me, because of that one event, a part of me would always have a soft spot for the boy he used to be... 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"So, because the jacket had Theodore Grant’s name on it, you thought he was the one who covered you with it?"

Just then, Sebastian Forrest finally spoke. But his expression was strange—a mix of indignation and secret delight. It was a jumble of emotions, making it impossible to read him.

By then I also realized his expression was a bit off, but I just assumed he was frustrated with me for being so easily won over by Theodore Grant.

"You silly girl, you got it wrong. The one who covered you with the school jacket back then was me!"

At his words, my eyes flew wide open, as if I couldn’t believe my ears.

’What was Sebastian Forrest saying?’

’That person... was actually Sebastian Forrest?’

’How... how is that possible?’

’But the name embroidered on the jacket was clearly Theodore Grant’s!’

Sebastian Forrest’s face was full of regret, as if lamenting his actions from over a decade ago. "It really was me. I didn’t bring my own jacket that day, so I grabbed Theodore Grant’s to help you..."

I was at a loss. "Then... then why didn’t you tell me at the time?"

"I was worried you’d be easily embarrassed. I was afraid you’d feel humiliated..."

’So that’s how it was...’

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The boy who’d saved me, the one I’d been thinking about all this time, was actually Sebastian Forrest!

Thinking back on it now, I suddenly realized Sebastian Forrest was telling the truth...

Because only someone who was always paying attention to me would have noticed my predicament.

How would Theodore Grant, who didn’t even know who I was, have noticed?

’So I really did get it wrong! To think we wasted all those years because of a simple mistake!’

"Silly girl!" Sebastian Forrest reached out and poked my forehead. "You’re so dense!"

I refused to admit it, of course. I tilted my head up and glared at him, not wanting to back down. "Well, it’s only because you used Theodore Grant’s jacket! When you think about it, it’s all your fault!"

Sebastian Forrest shook his head with a wry smile. "Alright, alright, my fault, my fault. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have used Theodore Grant’s jacket and let that kid take the credit!"

As he spoke, Sebastian Forrest smiled and pulled me into his arms, filled with emotion. "So after all this time, it was always us."

I pressed my ear against Sebastian Forrest’s chest, as if that could bring me even closer to him.

’Yeah!’

’After all this time, it was always him...’

The boy from my youth, the one who held the softest spot in my heart, had been Sebastian Forrest all along.

...

I had thought that after clearing the air, Sebastian Forrest would give up on the idea of going to the office. I didn’t expect him to be so adamant.

"Why do you have to go to the office? Don’t you know you’re still injured?" I couldn’t help but complain. "What if the wound gets infected?"

Sebastian Forrest looked exasperated. "Don’t worry, I’m not that fragile."

I pouted. I didn’t say anything else, but I still didn’t want him to be so careless with his health.

Sebastian Forrest took my hand and explained in a low voice, "This is a critical time. I know my old man’s character better than anyone. He’ll probably go after my research company first..."

Eugene Forrest’s tactics for making him submit were always the same old tricks.

He could even predict his father’s moves.

However, he didn’t dare be overconfident in the face of such raw power. His old man had spent years cultivating influence in both military and political circles—he was no pushover.

As soon as I heard it involved his father, I understood.

I had witnessed the old gentleman’s arrogance firsthand; he wouldn’t listen to a word anyone else said.

Now that Sebastian Forrest was openly defying him, a man of his temperament would surely resort to the harshest measures to force his son to bow his head and submit.

"My Chelsea is so understanding, beautiful, and virtuous." Sebastian Forrest’s lips brushed against my earlobe. His hot breath ghosted along the side of my ear, sending a tingling sensation through me.

"Stop with the flattery," I glared at him, feigning anger. "Even if you have to go up against your father, you shouldn’t be so careless with your health."

"Don’t worry, I know my own body. They’re just superficial wounds; they’ll heal in a few days."

"But Dr. Miller said..."

"You don’t know him? He’s a quack, just spouts nonsense."

"I think you’re the one spouting nonsense!" I couldn’t help but glare at him.

Jude Miller was a famous top surgeon. People begged for him to perform their surgeries and were still turned away.

But to hear Sebastian Forrest talk, he was just a ’quack’!

"Alright, don’t be mad. I’ll take good care of myself. Besides, I have you, don’t I?" Sebastian Forrest’s voice softened, his posture as humble as could be.

I was weakest to him when he acted like this. It wasn’t so much him admitting he was wrong as it was me giving in.

"You said it yourself. Take care of yourself."

"Yes, my dear wife."

"You’re being ridiculous again!"

We bantered and laughed all the way to the company entrance. But just as we got out of the car, I saw a tall, imposing figure standing not far away.

The smile vanished from my face completely.