Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 852

He threw on his clothes and rushed out, but the living room was empty no sign of her. Brow furrowed, he grabbed his phone and called her right away.

Lately, Scarlette had barely answered his calls, which drove him crazy. Still, after what happened last night, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe she really was just busy.

Scarlette saw his name on her screen and knew immediately-he was awake. Her heart skipped, and she almost dropped the bowl she was holding. Morgan caught it just in time, said nothing, and went back to rinsing vegetables at the sink.

Scarlette wiped her hands on a towel and hurried into the living room. "Nick."

Nicholas ran a hand through his hair. Work could wait. These days, if he wasn't staking out Scarlette's apartment, he was pulling endless overtime at the office— he'd already finished everything he needed to do for the next two weeks. Now that Scarlette was actually willing to talk to him, he wanted to make the most of it.

But where had she gone this time?

you? I woke up and

had something to do outside. I'll be back in an

of it. After last night, he doubted she'd be running off to see

the couch. "Is there any good takeout around here? I worked up an

up and immediately

delivery guy and just knew Scarlette had set it up for him. She was being so good to him

her apartment,

he finished, he sprawled on the sofa, flipping through the TV channels Out of curiosity, he checked her watch history-hoping to find some guilty-pleasure dramas or trashy reality shows. But all he found

serious. Why did

bubbled up inside him. That was just who she was: driven, determined, always reaching higher. Even when they were younger, during school breaks, he'd be playing video games while Scarlette sat nearby, totally focused on university lectures online. She was so into it, he'd feel left out and try to