“The cream, it’s gone, isn’t it…?” She trailed off, but not before I caught a flicker of something on her face: guilt, mixed with a hint of shame. She was busted.Jax’s reply to a comment on Ins flashed in my mind: “She’s so sweet. I accidentally burned myself cooking, and she immediately put cream on it for me.”
If it weren’t for everything that just happened, I would have grilled Scarlett about that special imported cream I’d asked someone to get for her – if she’d given it to Jax. But this time, I didn’t call her out.I forced a wry smile.”Scarlett, don’t bother looking. I’ll go buy some.”Scarlett looked at me, her expression grim.”How are you going to go out looking like that? Just stay home, I’ll go…
“Before she could finish, her phone rang.She glanced at the screen and immediately answered.”Jax, what’s up?”Jax’s whiny voice came through the phone.”Ms. Sterling, I’m feeling down and drinking at a bar. Some guys started trouble and hurt me. Can you take me to the hospital…?”
Scarlett threw the first-aid kit onto the sofa and shot to her feet.”Jax, wait there. I’m coming right away.””Ms. Sterling, thank you, but maybe you shouldn’t come. Leo will get mad. I’ll figure it out myself!””What right does he have to be mad?!”She then shot me a cold glare, still curled up on the floor.After hanging up, Scarlett rushed to leave.
“Scarlett, wait!”I called out to her.”Leo, can you stop being so dramatic?””Without your phone and wallet, how exactly are you going to ‘rescue’ anyone?” I gestured to the sofa. Her phone and wallet lay there, innocently beside the first-aid kit.Scarlett glanced at them, stunned for a moment.”I’ll go help Jax first, then I’ll take you to the hospital when I get back.”With that, she dashed out the door.
