His Shield of Reassurance

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In the end, I didn't go to his house as per my wish.

My work was mostly done from home through video meetings, allowing me to work smoothly without needing to leave the house.

Sebastian, the scumbag, was so annoying. He would come to my place every two or three days.

"I have received the full compensation, Mr. Gibson. The amount covers my lost wages and nutritional supplements. I won't be returning the money because you bought me these items."

Leaning against the door, I watched as he neatly put the things he had bought into the refrigerator.

He closed the refrigerator forcefully and as he walked toward me, he rolled his eyes.

"I see, so you regret it now?" I kept provoking him, afraid that if I didn't, he wouldn't leave in a fit of anger.

He walked past me and sat on the couch.

"I regret that your mouth didn't get hurt in the accident instead," he retorted.

The insult made me so angry that I struggled to keep myself from cursing.