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

Could he be inferior to Justin in every aspect possible? It had been one text; she didn't have to be this angry at him over something so trivial.The more Jonathan thought about it, the angrier he got. Without thinking, he slapped her across the face, his slap merciless and even more brutal than Scarlett's.The sheer magnitude of his slap elicited tears of agony from her. Just as she prepared to leave, Jonathan caught hold of her, preventing her from sprinting out the door.Never had he felt such distress, as if a noose was tightening around his throat, squeezing any and every remaining air out from him.Jonathan had always been privileged, and he had never experienced such turmoil. He supposed Scarlett was the only person who could make him feel this bitter. Not just bitter—angry, resentful, and intensely so.He found himself unable to bear this any longer, but he couldn't very well slap her and leave. If she made him unhappy, then he would make her unhappy in return, too. That was si

Jonathan felt a pang of sorrow, though it remained unclear whether it had been for Scarlett or himself. This was still the first time he'd felt any kind of pity toward someone else.After replacing the bag's contents, he smiled at Julian. "That's all for now. Thanks for your hard work. You did great."The truth, to some degree, still shocked him. He'd never imagined things could turn out this way with Scarlett. Having misunderstood her, the more he thought about it, the tighter his chest clenched, an invisible pain perpetually present between his ribs.Julian replied nonchalantly, "Of course. Whatever you ask of me, I am obligated to carry them out to perfection."After getting off work, Jonathan did not return to his house. Instead, he went to his grandfather's house, knowing Scarlett wouldn't be home anyway. For some reason, the idea of returning to an empty house without her filled him with dread.What he failed to anticipate was the lectures dealt by his grandfather the minute he s

If he could, Jonathan wouldn't mind living like this every day for the rest of his life—he wouldn't mind having his breakfast made by Scarlett, nor would he mind falling asleep with her in his arms. Jonathan had never had any expectations about what kind of life he would lead since his family had paved his path for him from the very beginning. He never had to contemplate what he wanted; in fact, there had never been a need for him to think about such matters.As a result, he'd never put much thought into the kind of lifestyle he aspired to lead. Regardless of what kind of life he led, living was a matter of getting through the days for him. And yet, with Scarlett in his life now, Jonathan couldn't help but feel like a different man—and he liked it. Somehow, he didn't think he would mind any more changes if they all progressed in this direction.The minute she spotted him, Scarlett greeted him like an enthusiastic hostess. "Come," she said amicably. "Have a seat."Jonathan agreed, altho

Without thinking, Scarlett splashed her drink onto Alexander before screeching, "Alexander Scott! Are you even still a man? Despite everything that has happened, both you and Natalie had a wonderful relationship before this! Besides, did you forget how much you loved her? You're the one who chased after her in the first place! I don't care that you've fallen in love with someone new; you're just one of the many ungrateful men in this world! However, as a man, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others for hitting a woman?"Alexander simply stared at Scarlett silently. There was nothing he could say to defend himself because, in the end, Scarlett was right. The fact that he'd lost control and hit Natalie was irrefutable, and he also felt slightly ashamed of his actions.Sierra watched on as Alexander frowned at Scarlett's screeching without saying anything and felt a slight twinge of disgust at his cowardice. She couldn't just let Scarlett badmouth them, so she retorted on his be