Sebastian had an urge to squeeze his cheeks, but he resisted the urge since he knew the man would fly into an uncontrollable rage.
He bit on the tip of his tongue and held back his chortle and said with the most serious face he could come up with, "Don't worry, I will pay my debt to you."
Atlas huffed coldly and turned, facing forward again, and Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him, not intending for him to get away from it.
He still needs to look at his wounds. He tugged on his hair again; he demanded, "Let me see your wounds. Where did you cut yourself?"
Atlas sighed with annoyance and flung out his flawless wrist in front of him, his dark red robes rolling backwards, showing more of his flawless skin.
Sebastian was confused at seeing his wrist and arched an eyebrow and asked, "I said I want to see your wound, not your wrist."
Atlas looked at him like he was stupid and said slowly, "I cut my wrist, but it had already healed then. You're not going to find any wounds."
