Chapter 386 Anonymous Roses
His text messages were always very short: [Take a cab home, no exceptions.]
This message made Scarlett laugh.
She shook her head, and as she looked at her phone screen, she suddenly felt as if the pitch-black night sky had been torn open, revealing a bright light that made her heart flutter.
The message was sent an hour ago. Sebastian knew she had surgery at night, so he didn't expect her to come home on time.
But long surgeries inevitably lead to fatigue, which can affect her vision. Driving while tired is very dangerous.
Scarlett pouted, "So bossy."
She moved her fingers and replied to the message, not caring if he was asleep: [Got it.]
After sending the message, she changed her clothes, grabbed her bag, and headed out.
While waiting for the cab, she hesitated for a moment and then decided to call Kevin.
The phone rang only twice before Kevin answered. It was daytime in Averlake, and Kevin was in his office discussing matters with some executives. Seeing that it was Scarlett calling, he showed the executives out of the office.
He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The sky over Emporcia was dotted with white clouds and a clear blue, "Scarlett, what are you up to?"
The cab arrived, and Scarlett got into the back seat, gave the driver an address, and then replied, "I've been working at Aucester Hospital. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
Kevin propped his chin with one hand and looked out at the cityscape, "Why the sudden decision? You said you wouldn't work at any hospital, and besides, you don't like hospitals."
She didn't like hospitals because she had spent too much time in them and found them repulsive. But strangely, she didn't feel that way about Aucester Hospital.
"There's a project here that I have to do. Once it's over, I'll leave." Scarlett rubbed her tired eyes, leaned back in her seat, and took a deep breath.
"Since it's something you like, I won't oppose it. But there's something I want to discuss with you." Kevin clenched his palm. Brian had secretly arranged for Scarlett to go to Aucester Hospital despite agreeing to let her return to Averlake.
Scarlett's heart suddenly tightened, and her breathing slowed, "What is it?"
She felt a vague sense of worry.
"When the project is over, come back to Averlake immediately. Let's have our wedding in Emporcia, okay?" Kevin asked cautiously.
Scarlett exhaled, realizing she couldn't avoid this, and nodded, "Okay, once I'm done here, I'll come back to Averlake for the wedding."
She could clearly hear Kevin's relieved sigh over the phone.
"I miss you a lot, Scarlett. I hope you can come back to me soon." Kevin's voice was tender, lingering in the air as if he were right beside her.
He called her name softly, over and over, just like in her memories.
Her heart was unintentionally moved. Scarlett's fingers tightened slightly, afraid of showing her emotions.
"Kevin, I just finished a surgery and I'm a bit tired. Can I rest first?" She didn't know how to face him, and her avoidance was hurting him, making her feel guilty.
"Okay, call me anytime."
After hanging up, Scarlett rubbed her temples. Marriage? It seemed it's inevitable.
She thought marrying Kevin wouldn't be so bad. How many men in the world were as gentle and considerate as he was?
In his high-rise office in Emporcia, Kevin opened his computer and entered the address Scarlett had given the driver. What popped up was a luxurious private villa.
The cab arrived at the villa. The lights in the foyer and living room were on, but the large living room was empty. It was almost 2 AM.
"Mr. Kingsley?" Scarlett called out.
No response.
Sebastian wouldn't suddenly jump out and scare her, would he?
"Mr. Kingsley?" she called again.
Okay, definitely no one here.
However, under the fruit bowl on the glass table in the living room, there was a note, the bold and dominant handwriting piercing through the paper. Sebastian actually left her a note?
Was Sebastian living in the past?
The note read: [After you get back, take care of the leftovers in the kitchen.]
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. There were leftovers? What was Sebastian up to? He actually left her food?
In the kitchen, a thermal food container held a single serving of a late-night meal. The soup was light, the meal was low-calorie and nutritious, and it were still hot. It didn't look like leftovers at all.
Sitting at the dining table with the thermal container, Scarlett was indeed hungry. Her appetite was good, and she finished the meal in less than twenty minutes.
Satisfied, she rubbed her belly, ignoring her usual rule of not eating an hour before bed. After a simple wash, she climbed into bed.
She slept very soundly.
She woke up on time in the morning. The short but effective sleep had restored most of her energy. She changed clothes and went out for a run.
She opened the bedroom door, and at the same time, the door at the end of the hallway opened. "Mr. Kingsley?"
Sebastian, dressed in white sportswear, stood outside and nodded.
Was Scarlett a machine? She had come back after 1 AM, eaten the dinner he had prepared, and rested for only four or five hours, yet she showed no signs of fatigue.
"When did you get back last night?" They chatted casually as they walked.
"Almost two." Scarlett stretched her arms, pulling them back and forth.
"How did you get back?" Sebastian asked nonchalantly.
Scarlett was stretching her upper body, her movements a bit twisted. She tilted her head to look at him, "I took a cab. Didn't you tell me to take a cab home?"
Sebastian's brow raised slightly, "I didn't expect the always rebellious Ms. Taylor to be so compliant."
Scarlett shrugged, "For my own safety, but thanks for the reminder."
Sebastian furrowed his brows, ready to start running, "I prefer a more practical way of showing gratitude."
Watching his back as he started running, Scarlett thought for a moment. A more practical way?
How about preparing him a hearty breakfast?
Scarlett was now getting faster at preparing breakfast, and the flavors were getting better. She combined meat and vegetables, sometimes opting for lighter dishes, and at other times making some fried foods that were not too greasy.
She even had her own method for choosing cooking oils.
Unexpectedly, just as she finished making what she thought was a decent breakfast, she received a call from an unknown number. The caller said it was a delivery.
The delivery guy was holding a large bouquet of vibrant roses, nearly a hundred of them, each one fresh and budding, and of a rather expensive variety.
"What's this?" Scarlett hadn't ordered any flowers.
"Ms. Taylor, a customer ordered these roses for you. Please sign for them."
"Who ordered them?" she was confused.
Who would send her flowers? Could it be Sebastian? Unlikely!
But Sebastian did remind her to take a cab last night and even prepared a late-night snack for her. Sending a bouquet of roses seemed possible.
"Sorry, the customer didn't provide any personal information, so I don't know either." The delivery guy replied.
Scarlett, surprised, carried the roses back to the living room, wondering if Sebastian would really do something like this.
'Sebastian probably wouldn't do something like this, right? But if he did, I don't seem to be so averse to it either.' Thinking of this, Scarlett felt like laughing.
She deliberately held the flowers in her arms and slowed her pace as she passed the dining room. Sebastian was about to eat breakfast and looked up at her, "Where did the flowers come from?"
It were not from him?
She felt a bit disappointed.
Scarlett shrugged, "I don't know, they were sent anonymously."
Sebastian, holding a fork, snorted, "Looks like you have an admirer."
She listened carefully, his tone seemed a bit off.
"Maybe." She nodded casually and placed the flowers in an empty vase. The last time this vase held flowers was when Quinn sent them.
Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "You don't know who sent them, and you just accepted them?"
Scarlett didn't seem to mind having admirers at all! What kind of habit was that?
She washed her hands and sat down to eat, "Giving roses leaves a lingering fragrance. Why shouldn't I accept them?"
Sebastian glanced at the conspicuous roses she had placed, it seemed she was a bit proud,
"No reason." he replied.
Scarlett glanced at him a few times, and said nothing more.
For five consecutive days, Scarlett received a call from the delivery guy at the same time, each time delivering ninety-nine red roses, from an anonymous sender.
She was getting a bit impatient and asked the delivery guy directly, "Who is sending these?"
The delivery guy shook his head, "Miss, we really don't know. The sender doesn't want to reveal their name."
"If you don't tell me who sent them, I won't sign for them anymore."
The delivery guy smiled awkwardly, "Miss, even if you don't sign, we still have to deliver them. We've been paid, so we must serve the customer."
The roses wouldn't wilt in a day, and soon, the living room was filled with five large bouquets, with the scent of roses in every corner.
Sebastian frowned at the sight of the bright red roses, "Scarlett, you should get rid of these things. They're in the way."
"The fragrance of the flowers can purify the air, and I think the scent of roses is rich and can help dispel the mustiness in this house." she replied.
And it also could dispel the increasing resentment from Sebastian lately.
Sebastian flipped through a magazine, his mind not on it at all, "My house doesn't need cheap, tacky decorations. Get rid of them."
Scarlett still refused to do it.
But the next morning, She woke up to find all the roses in the living room gone.
Scarlett searched every corner but couldn't find a single rose, "Mr. Kingsley, what's going on? Where are the flowers?"
There were only the two of them in the house, no other possibilities.
Sebastian was tying his running shoes, "I threw them out."
"Threw them out? All of them? Why?" Scarlett was frustrated. Sebastian, who usually wouldn't pick up a book that fell on the floor, suddenly became diligent enough to throw out so many roses?
Sebastian switched to tying the other shoe, "The flowers wilted, so they should be thrown out. If you can't bear it, go pick them out of the trash outside."
"You are simply unreasonable!" Scarlett was speechless.
Fine, it didn't matter. Anyway, new flowers would be delivered during breakfast.
Scarlett held the fresh roses of the day and deliberately stood in front of the dining table. She took one out and placed it in the vase in the center of the table, sniffing it, "Mr. Kingsley, there's too much stale air. It's better to purify it."
Sebastian glanced at the glaring red roses, "I think the stale air is even worse now."
Scarlett ignored him, "People who live in a repressive environment for a long time easily lose their zest for life. Mr. Kingsley, patients need a cheerful and pleasant mood, right?"
Sebastian, holding a knife and fork, his face glowing with health from the exercise, "If there are more flowers tomorrow, don't bring them in. Throw them out directly."
Scarlett shrugged, "Mr. Kingsley, although this is your house, I'm currently living here, so this is my home. I have the right to use this space for my personal belongings, and you have no right to interfere."
She just said this is her home?
For some reason, something in Sebastian's heart began to sprout, soft and gentle, yet full of vitality. "Do you want to be the mistress of this house? Should I understand it that way?"
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