In the end, Scarlett failed to get Everett out of his shirt, but she got a new contact added to her phone under the name--Night Knight.He didn't answer her question last night. Scarlett curved her lips at the name of the new contact -- she wanted to tell him, if she was the princess in a fairy tale, then he was definitely the loyal knight, guarding her in the night so she could have a sound sleep.And she did get one last night, sleeping in the suite on his top floor.The next morning, yawning in front of the luxury French window in the bedroom under the warm, bright sunlight, Scarlett finally felt she was really alive after the past few long days.The suite was empty, but on the table, there was a bowl of strawberries, a plate of fried egg under a silver bowl cover, and a cup of coffee, just the way she liked.A smile crawled onto her face.Again her phone got blown up by countless messages and missed phone calls, but different than the day before, a few of them was from her father
"Dude, seriously?!"The room fell into silence after Scarlett's words, and Dylan was the first to snap out of the shock as he demanded Wyatt angrily.Scarlett was blind with love, not stupidity. She knew Brian wouldn't approve of her drinking for Wyatt's business all along, she just never mentioned anything before.But if Laura and Wyatt want to use Brian's prejudice of Everett to rip her of her freedom, then she would of course fight back!"It wasn't like that!" Wyatt flinched back at Dylan's furious confrontation, his eyes darting between Scarlett and her angry little brother. Neither Wyatt nor Laura saw it coming when Scarlett just outed what they thought Scarlett knew to not tell in front of her parents!"Then what is it like?!" Dylan pressed up, blocking between Scarlett and Wyatt protectively.His move almost brought Scarlett to tears.Like she never see through Wyatt and Laura's act last life, she didn't know what a loving family she lost until it was too late. She knew Dylan
Scarlett didn't hear from Evelyn until later that night. At that time she was typing and then deleting a million messages she wanted but failed to send to "Night Knight". All she got was a cautious question from Evelyn--Cute Little Eve: [Scar, still alive?]Scarlett rolled her eyes and opened the conversation with Evelyn, typing--Scar: [Barely, thanks to you selling me out!]
Scarlett buried herself in polishing her resume and creating her art portfolio for the next few days. Being away from these stuff for years, it takes time to pick them up."Why are you taking your iPad with you when you come to drink at a bar?!" Evelyn grumbled with utter frustration, shaking Scarlett's arm as they settled down on a couch at the third random bar they went to that week--Evelyn was determined to spend all her free time with Scarlett before Scarlett's "career" starts."Have to deliver the portfolio by tomorrow night..." Mumbled Scarlett, still drawing on her iPad without looking up. Having no experience in design, her only advantage in getting this job was the three years she spent in prison in her last life--She went to prison dreaming of the day when Wyatt would forgive her and give her the wedding she deserves. Though that dream never came true, Scarlett spend all her time in prison designing her own wedding dress, one after another.She picked some of her favorites
"What the hell was that?!" Wyatt shouted at Scarlett when the humiliating meal was finally over.He didn't know how he pulled through, sitting there listening to the men exchanging drinks and business information, when all he could hear was the girl's musical voice pronouncing the name he hated the most--Dunn Group.All the laughter exchanged after that sounded like mocking in Wyatt's ears -- his fiancee, his OWN woman, suggesting that his company was not worthy of the project he worked for, but said that his arch enemy's company was!How could he endure such a slap in the face?!"I thought you wanted Tom to like me," Scarlett put on a pitiful look, peering at the furious Wyatt with a timid voice, "I wanted to sound smart so I just said all that I gathered in the financial magazines you gave me...I'm really sorry if I said something wrong...""You...?!" Wyatt was so mad he lost his voice, glaring at the apologizing little girl, gasping for air."I must have said it wrong, haven't I..
Scarlett could hear her heart pounding in her chest fast like a drum. She didn't know whether it was for being so close to the man's chest, or for the words he just said.She had been with Wyatt since she was sixteen, and to be fair, Wyatt was a man very good at saying sweet words, much better than Everett at least. Yet with all the sweet words Wyatt had said in the past years combined, it was still lighter than what Everett Dunn just said now.Scarlett had always thought it was rightful of Wyatt to ask for her help, because she loved him, and never did she know she could be so touched when such an offer was rejected for her benefit.Before she could say anything, Everett Dunn already backed away, a shade of pain flashed through his eyes, but it was so fast that Scarlett almost feel like she imagined that."I--" Scarlett opened her mouth, but her voice broke in her throat with a sob."Sorry," Everett said with a resigned tone, sorrow filled his eyes. His lips moved, but in the end, he
There was an outdoor cafe at the corner of fifth Avenue and Marble Street named Kitten Door. It was Scarlett's favorite --She used to ambush her father when she was little so she could blackmail him for a meal in a restaurant instead of going home and having his cooking -- this cafe was right across the street from Eva Dew's building.And on this Monday morning, Scarlett was again sitting at her usual table, sipping coffee and glancing through something on her iPad -- but this time she was preparing for her interview at Eva Dew in an hour."Pretty dress," A voice rose nearly right behind her ear, and Scarlett almost jumped up from her seat for being too focused to notice someone approaching."Everett?!" Scarlett snapped angrily when she saw who that man was, suppressing the urge of smashing her iPad on his annoying smirk, "Were you planning on giving me a heart attack?!"Everett grinned brightly at her, sitting down on the opposed seat in a leisurely move, seemingly in a good mood."
They were on their way to meet The Madam this morning when Everett saw Scarlett and derailed the schedule. Everett didn't return the calls and just hinted to Edward to drive on.On his phone was a simple text Mrs. Dunn sent this morning--[Residence 82.]"Boss," Driving in silence for a few minutes, Edward finally opened his mouth hesitatingly, "the madam threw a fit at the company yesterday because of the bidding project.""Hmm." Everett had his eyes closed as a single syllable escaped his nose."I mean..." Edward took a deep breath to gather his courage, because he knew how much Everett hated to touch this topic, "maybe if you rejoin the bidding like Miss Ryan asked--""Her problem is not with the bidding," Everett cut Edward off with an emotionless statement, his eyes still closed."But she's using it as an excuse to summon you," Edward gripped the steering wheel tight, outing his thought altogether.Everett let out a light chuckle and opened his eyes, amused. Edward looked back a
"What the fuck?!" Wyatt shouted, crawling back to his feet in haste, his eyes ashamed red. He covered his nose with a horrified look, blood dripped through his fingers. His three friends instantly stood up and came between Wyatt and Everett, who was now turning his shoulder slightly with an evil smirk."Wait a minute!" Scarlett hurried up as well, knowing full well how these guys were.They bully, for a living."Are you seriously taking his side right now?!" With disbelief and anger in his eyes, Wyatt roared at Scarlett from behind one of his muscles, blood dripping off his nose "The bastard hit me! Did you see that!? He's savage!""To be fair," Everett rose a finger tauntingly, though the smirk didn't reach his eyes, "you touched me first. It was just self-defense.""Defense against what?!" Wyatt opened his eyes wide in anger, "I only patted you on the shoulder!""I was afraid you were gonna do something to me for scaring your fiancee," Everett shrugged with an annoying grin, "isn't
"Is that...?" Charlie looked worried, darting his eyes between Wyatt and the grumpy manager who just entered the box, "Wyatt, he's going for the bastard!""So?" Wyatt played the glass in his hand with a winning smirk, "Dunn Group officially missed their deadline yesterday. I'm giving Everett Dunn the chance to beg all he wants before I grab the fruit from right under his fucking nose!"Scarlett froze where she was, horrified.Dunn Group was out?! Everett said he would consider rejoining the last time she asked him about it. She didn't think he would make the official decision all of a sudden. This was all her fault!Did Everett know that not even the project manager could help him now? Was this the real point of this party? To invite Everett here just to tease him with false hope before humiliating him?!Scarlett jumped up to warn Everett, but Wyatt suddenly grabbed her wrist and threw her back into the chair, his tone colder than ever as his dark eyes locked on her with malicious sus
Wyatt took Scarlett to his table. To her relief, he put her in the armchair before he returned to his original spot on the couch, between his friends. She didn't want to sit with him either.That being said, Scarlett found it weird that Wyatt didn't paste himself on her when he had been extra passionate to her in the past two weeks. She knew that was because her current attitude toward him was much colder than before she was reborn, so he wanted to warm up the relationship.But he also took a cold turn today.That thought didn't occupy Scarlett's mind for too long. After all, he was just a fiance she planned to dump soon. What interested her more was the taciturn man sitting at the bar.She wanted to search How to flirt with an icy CEO on Google if that could help.Enjoying her freedom from Wyatt, Scarlett pulled out her phone and racked her brain for a while before she texted Night Knight slowly, cautious with every word--Scar: [Didn't know you like this kind of boring party?]Actu
Scarlett's first week was busy as hell.Most companies wouldn't put too much pressure on the newcomers, but among the dozen newly hired, Scarlett was the only one with just a high school degree, and she not only had to do her job, but also had tons of professional books to catch up, on both the current stream and fashion history.Her portfolio was the only reason she wasn't laughed out of the room. Though strict, her interviewer -- and now her supervisor -- did see value in her designs.Mature skill and refreshing design.That comment from her supervisor among three interviewers got her the position.Friday night, Scarlett finally closed the inches-thick magazine, Fashion Show Year Collection, only to realize she was one of the few left in the office at eight o'clock. As usual, she checked her messages before she packed up her things. As usual, her chat with Everett was still those lonely two messages exchanged four days ago--Scar: [I got the job~ Thanks for the pep talk before my in
They were on their way to meet The Madam this morning when Everett saw Scarlett and derailed the schedule. Everett didn't return the calls and just hinted to Edward to drive on.On his phone was a simple text Mrs. Dunn sent this morning--[Residence 82.]"Boss," Driving in silence for a few minutes, Edward finally opened his mouth hesitatingly, "the madam threw a fit at the company yesterday because of the bidding project.""Hmm." Everett had his eyes closed as a single syllable escaped his nose."I mean..." Edward took a deep breath to gather his courage, because he knew how much Everett hated to touch this topic, "maybe if you rejoin the bidding like Miss Ryan asked--""Her problem is not with the bidding," Everett cut Edward off with an emotionless statement, his eyes still closed."But she's using it as an excuse to summon you," Edward gripped the steering wheel tight, outing his thought altogether.Everett let out a light chuckle and opened his eyes, amused. Edward looked back a
There was an outdoor cafe at the corner of fifth Avenue and Marble Street named Kitten Door. It was Scarlett's favorite --She used to ambush her father when she was little so she could blackmail him for a meal in a restaurant instead of going home and having his cooking -- this cafe was right across the street from Eva Dew's building.And on this Monday morning, Scarlett was again sitting at her usual table, sipping coffee and glancing through something on her iPad -- but this time she was preparing for her interview at Eva Dew in an hour."Pretty dress," A voice rose nearly right behind her ear, and Scarlett almost jumped up from her seat for being too focused to notice someone approaching."Everett?!" Scarlett snapped angrily when she saw who that man was, suppressing the urge of smashing her iPad on his annoying smirk, "Were you planning on giving me a heart attack?!"Everett grinned brightly at her, sitting down on the opposed seat in a leisurely move, seemingly in a good mood."
Scarlett could hear her heart pounding in her chest fast like a drum. She didn't know whether it was for being so close to the man's chest, or for the words he just said.She had been with Wyatt since she was sixteen, and to be fair, Wyatt was a man very good at saying sweet words, much better than Everett at least. Yet with all the sweet words Wyatt had said in the past years combined, it was still lighter than what Everett Dunn just said now.Scarlett had always thought it was rightful of Wyatt to ask for her help, because she loved him, and never did she know she could be so touched when such an offer was rejected for her benefit.Before she could say anything, Everett Dunn already backed away, a shade of pain flashed through his eyes, but it was so fast that Scarlett almost feel like she imagined that."I--" Scarlett opened her mouth, but her voice broke in her throat with a sob."Sorry," Everett said with a resigned tone, sorrow filled his eyes. His lips moved, but in the end, he
"What the hell was that?!" Wyatt shouted at Scarlett when the humiliating meal was finally over.He didn't know how he pulled through, sitting there listening to the men exchanging drinks and business information, when all he could hear was the girl's musical voice pronouncing the name he hated the most--Dunn Group.All the laughter exchanged after that sounded like mocking in Wyatt's ears -- his fiancee, his OWN woman, suggesting that his company was not worthy of the project he worked for, but said that his arch enemy's company was!How could he endure such a slap in the face?!"I thought you wanted Tom to like me," Scarlett put on a pitiful look, peering at the furious Wyatt with a timid voice, "I wanted to sound smart so I just said all that I gathered in the financial magazines you gave me...I'm really sorry if I said something wrong...""You...?!" Wyatt was so mad he lost his voice, glaring at the apologizing little girl, gasping for air."I must have said it wrong, haven't I..
Scarlett buried herself in polishing her resume and creating her art portfolio for the next few days. Being away from these stuff for years, it takes time to pick them up."Why are you taking your iPad with you when you come to drink at a bar?!" Evelyn grumbled with utter frustration, shaking Scarlett's arm as they settled down on a couch at the third random bar they went to that week--Evelyn was determined to spend all her free time with Scarlett before Scarlett's "career" starts."Have to deliver the portfolio by tomorrow night..." Mumbled Scarlett, still drawing on her iPad without looking up. Having no experience in design, her only advantage in getting this job was the three years she spent in prison in her last life--She went to prison dreaming of the day when Wyatt would forgive her and give her the wedding she deserves. Though that dream never came true, Scarlett spend all her time in prison designing her own wedding dress, one after another.She picked some of her favorites