Chapter 382 Her Lips, Deadly Familiar
Damn it!
Sebastian's large hand clamped down on Scarlett's nape. Why did this feel so familiar? It was as if he was holding his beloved Brooklyn.
Sebastian's mind was in turmoil. How could this be? Impossible!
His mind was completely chaotic, as if he had fallen into an abyss, his body entangled in thorny vines, unable to break free.
"Let go!" Scarlett struggled, flailing her arms and hitting him, but Sebastian remained unmoved, like an impenetrable wall.
"Brooklyn."
He uttered the name, filled with sorrow and anguish.
Scarlett froze, her eyes half-open, staring at him. Sebastian's eyes were tightly shut, his brows knotted in a deep frown.
He was calling out his deceased wife's name, mistaking her for a substitute.
Scarlett steeled herself and bit down hard on Sebastian's lip!
Sebastian released her as if electrocuted. "Are you crazy?"
Scarlett stood up from the bed, taking a big step back. "You're the crazy one! Sebastian, you lunatic! What are you doing?"
Sebastian's grip clamped down on her shoulder, pulling her forcefully. "Who are you? Tell me!"
Her shoulder stung, and Scarlett furrowed her brows in anger. "Scarlett! I've told you many times, I'm still Scarlett! Let go, you pervert!"
Sebastian's probing gaze was firm and rational.
His hands dropped, and the turmoil in his heart dissipated into ripples.
His long, fair hands were stained with blood, his brows furrowed deeply, his eyes cold as he looked at the bloodstains. His voice sank, "I'm sorry."
With that apology, Scarlett's pent-up anger instantly crumbled. She stood six feet away, feeling a bit at a loss.
"Did you just mistake me for your wife?" She asked.
She was genuinely afraid that Sebastian might suddenly go mad and strangle her.
"Please continue the examination." Sebastian seemed drained of all energy, collapsing back and closing his eyes.
Scarlett took a few seconds to react. "Mr. Kingsley, you can actually start a new life. After all, you have a fiancée now. You should be responsible for her."
Sebastian, eyes closed, spoke impatiently. "You talk too much. Start the examination."
Fine, Sebastian, sad and angry, was not to be provoked now. Scarlett took a few deep breaths, picked up the stethoscope, and muttered to herself, just loud enough for him to hear, "What a strange temper. Never mind, I'll just pretend I got bitten by a dog."
Bitten by a dog?
Sebastian frowned. The earlier impulse left him with a lingering feeling.
Scarlett was increasingly becoming a remedy for him. He could sleep without being plagued by nightmares, and his heart pain subsided without medication. Yet, she was also like a poison—once touched, he couldn't let go.
Sebastian sighed, his heart heavy with indescribable melancholy.
Scarlett pressed on his chest. "Does it hurt here?"
"No."
"What about here? Does it hurt when I press?"
"No."
Scarlett examined his entire chest, but Sebastian said it didn't hurt. Clearly, his heart was fine, so why did it hurt so much sometimes?
His heartache had become deeply ingrained.
Alright, Sebastian's problem wasn't a heart condition, it's an emotional distress.
Scarlett pursed her lips, pressing down hard with both hands, concentrating all her weight on one spot. "How about now?"
"Are you crazy!" Sebastian almost couldn't breathe from her pressure, his chest aching dully. He coughed several times to catch his breath.
Scarlett released him and shrugged. "Oh? So you do feel pain."
"You're asking for it." Sebastian sat up, glaring at Scarlett, who met his gaze with a half-smile. Her innocent look left his anger with no outlet, forcing him to suppress it.
"Mr. Kingsley, your heart has recovered well, but since you've had surgery, you still need to recuperate slowly. However, I can responsibly tell you that your heartache has nothing to do with your body. It's caused by your excessive longing for your deceased wife." She explained.
Sebastian was furious, because Scarlett spoke of his deceased wife so casually. She really wasn't afraid of death. "So what?"
Scarlett twirled the stethoscope cord around her finger. "An emotional distress needs emotional remedies. I've done all I can to help you. The rest is up to you."
Scarlett's meaning was clear. She was powerless to help further, it was up to him now. She meant that he could let her go.
Sebastian put on his shirt, buttoning it slowly. "Then please help me find the emotional remedies. As long as I'm not cured, you have to stay here."
Damn it!
"What if you never get better? Do I have to stay here with you forever?" Scarlett blurted out.
Sebastian finished buttoning the last button, his tall figure standing before her. Without looking at her, he tucked his white shirt into his pants. "That's right. If I never recover, you'll stay with me forever."
Scarlett tilted her head, smiling charmingly. She tapped Sebastian's chest with her finger. "Mr. Kingsley, have you fallen in love with me?"
She knew the answer was no, but teasing him was quite fun.
Sebastian brushed her hand away, his expression returning to normal. "You're dreaming."
Watching Sebastian's departing figure, Scarlett said, "You rebuilt Aucester Hospital to commemorate your wife, which shows you're a man of deep emotions and loyalty. You're not as cold-blooded as you seem. Actually, you could live a bit easier, let go of the past, get married, and have children."
Sebastian, with his back to her, couldn't see her expression. "I have only one wife."
"You're smart and incredibly wealthy. Why be so stubborn? Everyone knows the dead can't come back to life. You can't live your whole life clinging to memories, can you?" Scarlett was speechless.
"What does it matter to you? Meddling too much won't do you any good." Sebastian said indfferently.
'Ungrateful! Serves you right to have heartache! Hope it kills you!' Scarlett was furious, but seeing the time, it was almost dinner.
Standing in the kitchen, she hesitated.
Cold-hearted Sebastian might lack humanity, but his stubbornness somehow evoked sympathy, making it impossible for her to hate him or even be annoyed with him.
Leaning against the kitchen fridge, Scarlett sent a message to Kelly: [Kelly, what did Brooklyn usually like to eat?]
Kelly replied shortly: [Fish! She loved fish. Brooklyn was a doctor, so she was particular about her diet. But she also liked desserts and broccoli. Oh, and she had a special fondness for mushrooms.]
Kelly listed many foods. Scarlett thought for a moment and concluded: [Brooklyn was quite a foodie, wasn't she?]
[Seems like it!]
The dishes Kelly mentioned weren't too difficult to make, mostly vegetarian.
Scarlett spent over an hour preparing dinner and set the table.
Sebastian looked at the table full of dishes. "What do you mean by this?"
She took off her apron and introduced each dish. After finishing, she said, "It's obvious. I'm trying to help you cure your emotional distress. These dishes are all your wife's favorites. I read in an old book that when someone with emotional ties dies, their soul becomes a ghost wandering between heaven and earth. Seeing things they like will attract them, so maybe she'll come back here."
"Nonsense!" Sebastian was angry.
"Think of it as nonsense, but it doesn't hurt to try." she smiled.
Kelly had said to smile at him as much as possible, Sebastian was very much in need of love.
Alright, smiling wouldn't hurt her.
Sebastian held the fork, the familiar food making time feel disjointed, as if yesterday had returned.
But when he looked up, Scarlett was smiling at him with a strange expression, and Sebastian almost dropped the fork. "Mr. Kingsley, enjoy your meal."
Sebastian remained silent.
The familiar dishes wasn't prepared by his wife but by Scarlett, who had suddenly appeared.
The moonlight was like water, the plates gleamed, and the chasm between them was slowly being bridged.
Scarlett found this meal very exhausting. Smiling at a cold, mountain-like face made her facial muscles ache, and not getting any response made it even more tiring.
Lying in bed, She rubbed her face. If he never recovered, would she really be stuck here?
He was the one dreaming.
Kingsley Villa, study.
"Mr. Brian Kingsley, here is all the information we found on Scarlett." Yancy reported.
Brian opened the file, going through the pictures and text, detailing Scarlett's life over the past years.
"Leon’s daughter." Brian pondered, repeating it twice.
Yancy nodded. "Yes, and her fiancé Kevin's information is also here. Mr. Brian Kingsley, the King family and the Taylor family in Averlake both have decades of good reputation. One is a top financial group, neither should be underestimated."
"Okay."
"Mr. Brian Kingsley, do you need to contact Scarlett and meet her?" Yancy suggested.
"Not for now. Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't cause any trouble."
"Understood. Also, about Lawrence, what do you think..." Yancy asked.
Brian closed the file. "Sebastian's marriage needs further discussion. Tell him the company has a lot of affairs to handle this month. We'll talk after that."
"Yes."
Brian looked at Scarlett's photo. She was indeed very attractive, and the long string of text almost put her on a pedestal.
He sighed. "Scarlett is still with Sebastian?"
"Yes, she's still staying at Mr. Sebastian Kingsley's villa in the suburbs. It's been about ten days now."Yancy replied.
Brian's thick brows furrowed, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. Sebastian actually allowed her to stay at his home for over ten days?
Quinn was sitting in the living room, playing with a ring. Brian came down from the study on the second floor and saw he was still awake. "Why are you still here?"
Quinn was frustrated, they had been asking him that all day. "I'm going to bed soon."
Brian noticed the shiny object in his hand. "What are you holding?"
Quinn quickly clenched his hand. "Nothing."
"Show me." Brian walked down the stairs, standing in front of Quinn, he instantly overpowering Quinn.
"It's really nothing, just a little trinket."
"Quinn?" Brian's tone made Quinn reluctantly open his hand.
Quinn held the ring. "It's just this."
Brian examined it. The ring was identical to the one Scarlett wore. He had just seen her photo and remembered it clearly.
The information indicated that this ring was custom-made by Kevin of the King family for Scarlett, and it was unique.
How did it end up in Quinn's hand?
"Where did you get this?" Brian asked.
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