Edward's POV
"Sebastian... I saw Miss Foxx just leave here. What happened?" I asked as I entered and found Sebastian sitting at the dining table, facing two plates of pancakes that were still intact—only a few small pieces had been cut off—and a cup of coffee that I grabbed and sipped, but before I had a chance to enjoy it, he snatched it from my hand.
He placed it near him as if he was going to enjoy the food by himself. I stared at him for a long time, making sure he was okay, but it seemed he wasn't.
His gaze was empty. Every now and then he would look at the food in front of him, then sigh heavily. His hands would occasionally clench tightly, then shake slightly.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked again. "Has something happened to you?"
I noticed his left cheek was red,
