Chapter 345 Sir, You Must Treat Me to a Meal
Just as Scarlett took a step forward, she smacked right into a solid chest!
With her forehead throbbing, she rubbed it angrily and looked down, spotting the visitor's shiny black leather shoes—Armani's latest, designed by Verdanza, super exclusive and crazy expensive.
Yeah, anyone eating here had to be loaded or important.
"Sorry," she muttered, trying to slip past.
But then, the visitor grabbed her hand!
The sharp pain almost made her gasp. 'Not only rich but also violent! Are the rich folks in Libertya really as bad as Facebook says?!' she thought.
"Brooklyn!" Sebastian's voice boomed above her, urgent, confused, and surprised!
Scarlett frowned, looked up, and her expression froze. Her mouth twitched, and her face turned pale with anger!
'It's him! The guy who bumped into me earlier today, and now we meet again at night. What a coincidence,' she thought.
"Sir, let go," she said calmly. Her slender wrist was gripped so tightly it felt like it might break.
Seeing Scarlett's face, the fire in Sebastian's heart was doused by a cold shower.
'She's not Brooklyn. Despite the similar voice, she's not Brooklyn,' he thought.
"Sorry," he said, letting go of her, his voice icy cold, sending chills down her spine.
Scarlett rubbed her sore wrist and looked up at Sebastian's face. She had to admit, he was quite captivating.
His features were sharp, with a particularly deep and piercing gaze that seemed to see right through her.
"Sir, I don't accept your apology," Scarlett said.
Sebastian's thin lips pressed together impatiently, unwilling to waste more words. He couldn't let a mere similar voice cloud his judgment, knowing that falling back into that nightmare might mean never recovering again after two years of struggle.
Scarlett saw his expressionless silence and said nothing.
But he didn't just stay silent; he actually went inside.
Scarlett grabbed his wrist, pulling it to reveal the white shirt cuff hidden under his black suit sleeve. A luxurious diamond cufflink sparkled, catching her eye.
"Sir, you bumped into me earlier today, grabbed me just now, and now you want to brush me off with your cold attitude? I can't believe people like you still exist. For these three things combined," Scarlett demanded.
Sebastian, sporting a frown unseen in years, instructed the security guard beside him, "Escort her out."
Scarlett smiled and let go of his wrist. "Sir, your pulse was 150 beats per minute just now, indicating unstable emotions, yet you maintain a composed facade, suggesting adeptness at pretense. Also, your actual heart rate is only eighty or ninety. If you struggle with emotional control, it might hint at an underlying heart issue."
'This noisy woman! Just listening to her voice and words, why does she feel so familiar? Like Brooklyn, whom I miss dearly, is right beside me! It's too eerie!' Sebastian thought, a vein throbbing on his forehead as he almost lost control.
"What kind of apology do you want?" Sebastian actually conceded!
Scarlett didn't show any joy and calmly said, "Treat me to dinner. To be precise, reserve a table for me. I want to dine here."
'He must be a member. I have to take advantage of this opportunity to dine here tonight,' she thought.
"Fine." Sebastian conceded again to a stranger.
Sebastian took out his membership card, and within seconds, it was done. The waiter invited Scarlett into the main hall with a smile, silently admiring her boldness. 'Where does this woman come from, daring to speak to Sebastian like that? She is really bold!' he thought.
Scarlett sat by a window, looking up to see the table in front as Sebastian walked to it and sat down.
"Sebastian, I've been waiting for you for half an hour." Megan's coquettish voice floated over, soft and sweet, with a hint of sourness.
Scarlett glanced through the menu. Every dish was tempting, and she wanted to try them all. She chose four dishes, one of which was roasted cod with lemon butter sauce.
Sebastian sat down, his view over Megan's shoulder capturing Scarlett absorbed in her phone after placed her order.
'She has an oval face, unlike Brooklyn. She has a high nose, unlike Brooklyn. Her eyes are slightly larger than Brooklyn's, with delicate double eyelids, unlike Brooklyn,' Sebastian thought before shaking his head, forcing himself to stop looking at her and making comparisons.
"Sebastian, we've been engaged for a few months. My parents think we can hold the wedding soon, after all..."
"Megan," Sebastian interrupted her. "The company has a lot going on right now. We just went through a subprime mortgage crisis, which added significant pressure. Let's discuss this further once this phase is over."
Megan bit her lip, her fingers reaching across the table to cover his hand. "Sebastian, I said when we got engaged that the Turner family would support you through any challenges. Once we're married, we're family in every sense."
Sebastian's eyebrows raised slightly. "When did I ever need a woman's help?"
"That's not what I meant. I genuinely want to confront everything by your side. I'll be your partner in all things as your future wife."
Sebastian's appetite was mostly gone. "Megan, you're overstepping. When we got engaged, I said I could give you status, position, reputation, even marriage, but I can't give you love."
Because his love had long been given to a woman who would never return.
Scarlett held her fork, spearing the tender fish, but it fell back onto the plate before reaching her mouth.
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