Jonathan glared as Scarlett shouted at him. He knew they had no time to lose, and he couldn't afford to stand there arguing with her while Ms. Zimmer's condition deteriorated by the second.Instead of explaining it to her any further, Jonathan opened the doors and windows to allow for better ventilation before slowly lowering Ms. Zimmer down onto the ground and administered basic life support. Then, he told Scarlett, "Quick, call the ambulance. What are you still standing there for?"All of this was said without sparing her a single glance in the process. Jonathan simply couldn't fathom how she could have so little common sense. It was fortunate that he'd trained in the army before and could recognize the early signs of a heart attack. He knew enough not to move Ms. Zimmer radically in her state for fear of causing even more damage. Scarlett's claim of him being heartless rendered him completely speechless. If she had been the one handling this situation, Ms. Zimmer would've very well
Scarlett believed that a single ounce of kindness should be repaid with floods of gratitude. She couldn't stand watching Ms. Zimmer, who'd taken care of her so painstakingly, lying in a hospital bed with no one willing to take care of her medical bills. She had been the woman's benefactor once, and she couldn't allow herself to become a bystander in this situation.After contemplating the matter briefly, she agreed. "Fine. What do you want? I'll do it only if it's within my capabilities."It didn't take much for her to see that Jonathan wanted her body in exchange for the money. Even if she refused him this time, there would always be the next. Instead of sacrificing her body for nothing, Scarlett would rather do it for a good cause.Besides, it didn't seem like she stood a chance of winning against him anyway.Jonathan glanced at her satisfactorily, his smile condescending. He pinched her tender cheek before teasing, "Good girl. You should've agreed this quickly the last time too. Act
He followed behind Scarlett disgruntledly, though the latter seemed oblivious to his foul mood. She carried nothing, having delegated it all to Jonathan, who was beginning to suspect this woman was sent here to be the death of him.As Scarlett prepared to begin another round, Jonathan finally had enough. He planted his heels on the ground and intervened. "It's just the three of us eating. What's the point of you getting so many things? That's more than enough. Let's just go home."Instead of complying, Scarlett did not even bother to spare him a glance. She continued tossing a few potatoes into his basket, her reply earnest. "That simply couldn't do! I promised to make you a good, fulfilling meal earlier, and a few measly dishes wouldn't cut it. I've always repaid kindness by spades and, similarly, enmity, so please be rest assured. You will not be disappointed by this meal."Her words rendered him speechless. Was she trying to stab him with her words?Jonathan had to applaud her for h
Jonathan sat on the couch with Norman, catching up over their drinks. Still, their gazes unconsciously strayed to Scarlett's bustling silhouette, her habitual moves flowing into one another—synchronized and methodical.The sight of her mesmerized the pair.As both Jonathan and Norman hailed from wealthy families, they had almost never tasted the cooking of their own mothers. Their mothers had been women who refused to get their hands dirty, let alone cook a full meal. Now that Scarlett was cooking especially for them, Jonathan and Norman felt a sense of warmth neither had experienced. It was a kind of feeling that was difficult to put into words.Unlike Scarlett, Jonathan knew nothing about cooking. He was a man who preferred to use brute force; a task as meticulous as cooking simply wasn't in his nature. Norman, on the other hand, was a bon vivant at heart. He had shadowed a Freyan chef once as an apprentice, his experience providing a wealth of knowledge in the preparation of exquisi
Jonathan glared at Norman irritably. His words were blunt, unrelenting. "Hey, you've freeloaded enough. I'm not giving you a ride back. The door's over there. See yourself out, eh?"Norman retracted his gaze from Scarlett and bumped Jonathan once. "God, are you turning into a Scrooge? What's all this rush? Can't I sit for a while before leaving?"Jonathan's expression turned serious. He leaned closer to Norman and told him solemnly, "We've been inseparable since we were kids, which is why I'm not wasting my breath talking nonsense with you. There are certain things you ought to know my limits for, and this is one of them. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"Norman might appear to be a carefree individual, but he was, like everyone else, a normal person with an eye for beauty. The way he looked at Scarlett was apparent to Jonathan. Jonathan knew he himself looked at Scarlett the same way, just more naked and direct in comparison to Norman's furtiveness.In order to prevent jeop
She hesitated for a long time, for there was something she had wanted to discuss with him for a long time now. Instead of delaying it further, Scarlett decided to bring it up now. "I have something to ask you," she began. "Can I find a different place to stay?"Jonathan did not expect her to ask him that. Without hesitating, he denied her request at once. "No fucking way! Where do you plan on going?"Scarlett lowered her head, her voice pleading. "I don't mean that. I'm not saying I want to leave you. I just hope you can arrange for me to stay at a different place. Too many of your acquaintances frequent this place. Remember what happened last time? Besides, it's too far away from my college."Jonathan grew even more displeased the more she spoke. If he could, how he wished he could chain her by his side in a large house where she belonged to him and only him. She wouldn't have to leave, nor would she be under the scrutiny of other men outside the four walls of her confinement.But Jon
Scarlett sighed as his color returned bit by bit. Jonathan had always acted like a tyrant who expected everyone else to cater to his needs. Now that he was sick, he acted like a spoiled child who needed her to care for him instead. Scarlett couldn't be bothered to explain to him the contents of the soup; it was nothing but a folk remedy. Would he have known about it, even if she had enlightened him?After he'd finished the bowl of soup, Scarlett got him another one. As he started to sweat slightly, she then fetched a towel from the bathroom to wipe away his sweat. Her actions were gentle, and Jonathan enjoyed the warmth and coziness it brought him as she swept his hair to one side. However, Scarlett's action of brushing aside his hair inadvertently revealed the scar of a recent injury that caused a rush of memories to subsequently flood her mind.If she wasn't mistaken, this injury of his must have been from the time he came to rescue her but ended up being hit on the head by her. Her
As Jonathan remained silent with his eyes shut, Scarlett let out an exasperated sigh. No matter what, there was no way she could free herself from his hold. If Jonathan wanted her to sleep by his side, so be it.Admittedly, she was rather exhausted as well. After worrying about Ms. Zimmer for the better part of the day on top of preparing an entire meal for Jonathan and Norman, her energy had long been depleted.If she allowed herself to sleep for a while, she could potentially recharge. Scarlett closed her eyes resignedly, unaware she had fallen into Jonathan's trap.As for the scheming man, he glanced at the sleeping woman in his arms, a peculiar smile on his face. Scarlett's meticulous care of him had been excellent.If his being sick warranted this degree of gentleness from her, he wouldn't mind making himself sick once in a while.It puzzled him how he could lose control like this, considering it was the first time he tried Scarlett's dishes. He had always been healthy, his gut he