079 Dear Father

Scarlett's POV

Warmth calms.

I never understood why in movies the victims are all given an orange blanket even if they aren't wet. Now I know. At the moment of shock, a blanket can work magic, and calm your jittery nerves. But after calmness, embarrassment hits.

I hug myself, sitting in the back of the ambulance, feeling my ears burn.

What did I just do?!

I cried and snuggled in the arms of a basically stranger! Who is going to be my boss that I would meet on a daily basis?

Can I

"Here,"

it now...?

A warm cup touches my cheek lightly, and I look up startled, only to see Adrian's chuckle. In his hand a small cup of hot milk,

How did he even get milk here?

Mumbling thanks, I take the milk from him and lower my eyes, having no courage to look at him. But I didn't miss the slight tremble of his arms.

eyes on his shivering hand, "I

on my own."

before he sighs with a self-mocking laugh: "They were shaking more heavily

wide at his words, dare not to

even begin to imagine how that feels like and how that

get it and keep my head

tone icy cold. I look up, only to see Sebastian stopping in front of us, a few steps away, "This

of us, a few

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go get your own."

cry that has been in the background - Ava, in a horrifying cry as she lies on a stretcher, alone on the ground. Did Adrian get this ambulance just

to come and check..." Sebastian mumbles in a small voice, his

donate blood,"

see right now. How cruel does one need to be to come demand that from me at such

help her, if she didn't drag me

what I

-just-"

you are shaken

up at him calmly, can't help but

slowly, tasting those words as they make me laugh,

next second, I just want to check if you are alright, nothing more." Is that special treatment for being the victim of

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