Chapter 19 A Trip Down Memory Lane

Jonathan kissed the woman passionately, getting past all of her defenses and dominatingly sucking on her skin.

She was completely enveloped by the man’s breath, which was laced with the taste of red wine. It was like the lingering sweetness of wine after a tasting.

Scarlett’s eyes were wide open as she stared at the dark ceiling. The fragmented memories in her head were no longer just fragments but had coalesced to form a scene.

Everything was the same. The scenario. The location. The atmosphere. The only thing that changed was the timing.

She wanted to resist, but her body felt weak. She was slowly losing her will to resist his kisses. Soon, her petite body started moving in sync with his under the influence of his passion.

Her black tank top was slowly removed from her porcelain-white skin, revealing her breasts. A large hand caressed her waist and slowly moved toward her breasts.

She exhaled lightly and furrowed her delicate eyebrows. She meant it as a sign of resistance toward the man’s advancements, but she was only greeted by the man’s increasingly aggressive movements.

She looked at the man before her, and she knew in her heart that he would never be hers. Not now, not ever. What was happening right now was just a repayment of sorts for what had happened six years ago. Thus, their grievances would end along with the night.

She gradually succumbed to the feeling, which, under his movements, transformed into pleasure.

She was a relatively open-minded woman, but she was, in the end, still quite traditional. So, she had only slept with this one man in her lifetime.

Jonathan was completely intoxicated by her. Even after six years, she hadn't changed a bit.

Scarlett finally arrived home at Belleview Estate disheveled once night had fallen.

Lucas behaved as though he'd just caught a cheating woman red-handed and sat somberly on the couch.

"Wow, I’m so tired. What’s for dinner tonight?" Scarlett deliberately massaged her own shoulders to make it seem like she was exhausted. "Where's Dylan? Is he making dinner in the kitchen?" However, it was as if she were acting out a solo play with the way Lucas was ignoring her.

"Let's see how long she can keep up this pretense," Lucas thought.

"The great attorney must be exhausted." Lucas arched an eyebrow. Scarlett planted herself on the couch and pouted her pink lips, indicating that she was indeed suffering and exhausted. "Well then, why don't you tell me what you’ve been up to today? Did your phone die? Or, did you choose not to pick up my calls?"

"What?" Scarlett frantically fished out her phone from her bag.

The screen of the white iPhone clearly showed the notifications for 12 missed calls.

"It was on vibration mode," she said. She'd just opened her mouth to explain herself, but just then, her ringtone loudly blasted from her phone.

Lucas held his own phone in his hands and smugly showed it off.

"Alright, fine! I just didn't want to pick up your calls, okay?" She couldn't win arguments with her son, so she had no choice but to give in. "I’m tired; I'm going upstairs to rest."

"Miss Langston!" The little boy roared at her retreating figure. "The stench of alcohol and a man’s cologne? Messy up hair and clothes? Come clean, what did you do today?" He was like an officer interrogating a suspect, questioning his own mother.

Was it really as obvious as Lucas said?