From His Fake Wife to Billionaire Heiress Chapter 139: My Future Wife

"The store is closed by now," Sebastian said.

"Then—"

"And don't worry about returning it. That dress is yours now."

Riley's eyes went wide. "What?"

She touched the jewelry around her neck. "And... these?"

Sebastian's gaze followed her fingers down to her delicate collarbone.

He leaned in closer.

Riley held her breath without thinking.

His long fingers reached out and gently touched the diamonds on her necklace.

His touch was light, almost tender, and carefully restrained.

"If you won't think I'm being too forward," he said, "this is actually a gift from me to you."

Sebastian's warm fingertips still rested on her collarbone. The heat from them—and his words—made Riley's heart tremble.

"Don't overthink it," Sebastian added quickly, pulling his hand back. "Think of it as a return gift. For that game controller you gave me last time."

A return gift?

Riley was too stunned to speak. She looked at his handsome face, so close to hers. "That controller cost a few tens of thousands of dollars," she said in disbelief. "This is way too much!"

Who gives back a hundred-million-dollar jewelry set for a game controller that costs a few grand?

Is this guy insane?

But Sebastian acted like it was no big deal.

He sat back up, completely confident. "Doesn't matter.

"I have more money than I know what to do with.

"A gift isn't about equal value. It's about the thought behind it."

Riley didn't know what to say. His logic was insane—but also kind of impossible to argue with.

Coming from him, it didn't even sound weird.

Because he really did have the wealth and power to ignore every normal rule.

Still, she couldn't just accept something this expensive and feel okay about it.

She looked down and muttered under her breath, "That's so wasteful... just because you have money doesn't mean you throw it around like that."

Sebastian's eyes sparkled with amusement.

He couldn't help but smile, "Spending money on my future wife isn't wasteful. I wouldn't care if it cost ten times more.

"If you really think I'm bad with money, then you can manage it all for me from now on."

Future... wife?

Riley's face went warm.

She felt like she couldn't breathe right.

Just a few minutes ago, she'd been hurting because Lucas had left her behind in public. Now? All those bad feelings seemed to have disappeared and been pushed away by a few words from this man. All that was left was this strange, racing heartbeat.

"Who... who wants to manage your money!" she stammered back at him.

Sebastian knew when to stop. He switched topics smoothly.

"If you really feel bad about taking the jewelry," he said, "then pay me back another way."

"What way?"

"Come eat with me. I waited for you all night. I haven't had anything since this afternoon."

Riley realized he was right. He'd left the banquet early and waited outside for her. He must be starving by now.

And her? After all the chaos tonight, her stomach was feeling pretty empty, too.

"Okay," she said simply.

Sebastian gave the driver an address.

Late-night Havenbrook was still bright with lights.

The car soon stopped at the entrance of an old street full of life.

There was a famous soup shop here—open until early morning.

But Riley looked down at her fancy evening gown, then at the simple, no-frills shop outside the window. This might be awkward.

If she walked in dressed like this, she'd be the center of attention for sure.

Sebastian had already thought of that. He turned to the driver, Walter Joyce. "Walter, go inside and order two of their signature clam chowders. To go.

"After you come back, you can call it a night. I'll drive myself."

"Yes, Mr. Torres." Walter got out and disappeared into the warm glow of the street.

A few minutes later, he came back with two insulated food containers. He handed them to Sebastian respectfully and left.

Now it was just the two of them in the car.

Sebastian reached into the storage compartment in the back seat and pulled out a small foldable tray. He set it up and slid one steaming container of clam chowder toward Riley.

"Eat," he said. "Still hot."

The potatoes were cooked until they were soft and creamy. Clams dotted the soup. It made Riley's mouth water instantly.

She picked up the spoon and took a bite. Her eyes narrowed in satisfaction. Then she looked down at her designer dress and the dazzling diamonds around her neck. She couldn't help but laugh.

"This feels... so wrong," she said softly.

Sebastian opened his mouth to respond, but Riley's phone rang—it was from Lucas.

Riley's eyes went cold. The smile vanished from her lips.

She put a finger to her mouth—a signal for Sebastian to stay quiet.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow but played along. He kept silent.

Riley answered the call. "What?"

It seemed Lucas had finally come back to his senses. He'd just remembered he had a wife—the one he'd left at the entrance.