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.

my eyes on his shivering hand, "I should have

on my own."

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

my eyes wide at his words, dare not to think

not shaking at tiredness...but out of worry...about...me? I can't even begin to imagine how that feels like

and keep my

but his tone icy cold. I look up, only to see Sebastian stopping in front of us,

a few

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go get your own."

and I see the source of the annoying cry that has been in the background - Ava, in a horrifying cry as she lies on a stretcher,

mumbles in a small voice, his eyes on me with

donate blood," I cut

to be to come

drag

not what I meant,"

-just-"

you are shaken up,

can't help but smirk coldly. He stops

here?" I ask him slowly, tasting those words

tone the next second, I just want to

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