Sebastian’s POV
She was fast asleep. I couldn’t resist when my mind and heart urged me to watch her for a moment. I swiveled my seat so it faced Xesha’s, looking at her as she slept.
It felt like a moment that nothing could ever replace. It was the first time I’d truly seen Xesha’s innocent face, just like when she was a teenager—that adorable, innocent, genius little fox.
Once, I overheard her talking about me with her older sister in the library.
She asked, “Why does that tall guy call you ‘Little Fox’?”
Ale, her sister, who had always been interested in business and public relations, was reading a book at the time and replied, “Why do you ask?”
“I’m jealous. That nickname is so sweet,” Xesha answered.
“Then tell him to call you that next time,” Ale said, but in re
