## Hazel's POV
The city streets blurred outside the window as Sebastian drove with practiced precision. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, jaw still clenched in barely contained anger.
"You didn't need to interrupt my lunch," I said, breaking the tense silence. "Kangkang seems perfectly fine now."
My son was contentedly playing with his toy dinosaur in the back seat, all traces of his supposed meltdown gone.
Sebastian's eyes remained fixed on the road. "He was upset. I handled it."
"By dragging him across town because you were jealous."
"Jealous?" He scoffed, but the slight twitch in his cheek betrayed him. "Of Quentin Young? Hardly."
"Then why did you show up?"
"Our son was crying for you."
"Our son has cried for ice cream too. Should I drop everything when that happens?"
Sebastian shot me a sidelong glance. "That man still has feelings for you."
"That's not your concern."
"Everything about you is my concern."