Chapter 388 Is it possible that she is Brooklyn?
Scarlett suddenly felt a jolt down her back, and a very bad premonition popped into her head. Damn it, she had been in such a hurry that she didn't notice the person in the elevator was Sebastian.
Her lips pressed together slightly. As soon as she heard Sebastian's voice, she got instantly angry. He was so narcissistic. "Mr. Kingsley, I didn't know it was you inside. If I had known, I wouldn't have come up."
Sebastian remained in the same posture, standing behind her with one hand in his pocket. His tall figure, though behind her, exuded an even stronger presence than if he were in front. "This is a VIP elevator, which means the people who use it must have certain privileges. Ms. Taylor, should I interpret your behavior as poor eyesight? Or as an excuse that fails to justify itself?"
He managed to keep his voice at the same frequency, casually saying a long string of words to her. Even without listening carefully, it was clear that his tone was full of sarcasm.
Scarlett smiled, seeing the elevator's numbers changing. She directly reached out to press a floor button, thinking it was better to get off quickly. "Since this elevator is reserved for dignitaries like Mr. Kingsley, I'll get off."
Was Sebastian's sarcasm amusing? Did he really think she's interested in him?
Sebastian noticed a number on the panel suddenly light up. His brow furrowed, and he took a step forward, blocking Scarlett with his body. He leaned in leisurely, looking at her. In the confined space, Sebastian's breath engulfed her like a flood, overwhelming Scarlett.
"Do you think you can get on and off as you please? What do you take my territory for?" He elongated the last syllable, his deep eyes locking onto the stubbornness and shrewdness in her watery gaze.
Scarlett instinctively felt something was off with Sebastian and moved slightly to the side. "Mr. Kingsley, are you trying to play dirty?"
Sebastian's thin lips curved slightly, almost smiling but not quite. "And if I am?"
Scarlett bit her lip, suddenly recalling his previous proposal. She wondered if he was going to force her.
At that moment, the elevator suddenly stopped at the floor she had pressed.
Scarlett smiled brightly, meeting his deep gaze. "Mr. Kingsley, I've arrived. Please step aside."
But Sebastian stood firmly in front of her, unmoving. The elevator doors slowly opened behind him, but he ignored them. His thin lips exuded a mist, making it hard to read his thoughts. "What's the rush? Or are you afraid of something?"
Scarlett was cornered by his figure in the small space. The light from the elevator door cast a glow on Sebastian's back, hiding his face in shadow. His sharply defined features were even more striking in the tense atmosphere, his handsomeness and intensity undeniable.
"What do I have to be afraid of? Since Mr. Kingsley is so generous, let's go up together. Please close the elevator door, thank you." Her rosy lips curved upward, instantly changing her situation. If it was a game of playing dirty, she could play too.
After all, her time spent with Kelly and Quinn had been useful.
Sebastian placed his large hand between them, pressing it against the elevator wall. He leaned in, looking at Scarlett, his lips slightly curved. "Tell me, what are you doing here?"
Scarlett's breath suddenly hitched. In front of her, Sebastian's chest was right there, every breath filled with his intense. She squinted her eyes, trying to make the atmosphere less ambiguous. "I'm here to see your father. It has nothing to do with you."
Sebastian leaned in closer, his nose filled with the scent of Scarlett's shampoo, body wash, and the familiar, deadly smell of disinfectant on her.
For a moment, time seemed to warp. He felt like he was falling into a gentle trap. Scarlett's voice and the smell of disinfectant were so much like Brooklyn!
Scarlett seemed to be Brooklyn!
Sebastian's eyes suddenly filled with blood, his pupils contracting. His hand, pressed against the metal wall, clenched into a fist. His breathing became rapid, his mind in turmoil, gripped by complex emotions he couldn't explain.
Scarlett? Brooklyn?
It was as if two overlapping images kept crossing and separating before his eyes, stirring every nerve ending.
His head hurt!
Scarlett looked at his pained expression in shock, her heart tightening. Could it be that his heart was hurting again?
"Mr. Kingsley, are you okay? Is your heart hurting again? Take deep breaths, clear your mind, don't think about anything." She grabbed his arm with both hands, anxiously guiding him.
His large hand suddenly dropped, pressing on Scarlett's shoulder. Then, he leaned down, embracing her. His strong arms completely enveloped her slender shoulders, pulling her upper body into his chest. His voice was deep, like it had been run over by a car. He closed his eyes, enduring the stabbing pain in his chest, murmuring, "Brooklyn, are you Brooklyn?"
Scarlett wanted to punch him awake, but his usually cold and strong voice was now so broken and helpless, like a child searching for a lost relative. She couldn't bring herself to do it. "Mr. Kingsley."
"Call me by my name," he interrupted Scarlett, holding her body tightly, inhaling her scent. Except for the lack of camellia fragrance, everything was so much like Brooklyn.
Even her height was almost the same as Brooklyn's.
He held her with a desperate longing, wishing she could become Brooklyn.
Scarlett gritted her teeth. "Mr. Kingsley, I'm not your wife. Don't do this."
Her voice softened, probably because it was so rare to see his tender side. Sebastian was extraordinarily charming now. Scarlett swallowed, her heart racing.
He nestled his chin into the crook of her shoulder. "Call me Sebastian."
He was really persistent.
Scarlett gritted her teeth. Fine, he was a patient right now. She awkwardly gathered her emotions, leaned against his chest, and mumbled, "Sebastian"
Sebastian's body trembled, pressing even closer to her. His arms tightened, as if he wanted to embed her into his chest, holding her with a desperate affection. "Say it again."
His voice was cold yet earnest, domineering yet tender, making it impossible to refuse.
Scarlett bit her lip and followed his lead. "Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian."
She called his name softly, again and again, as if calling out to a loved one, each time more practiced and heartfelt.
Sebastian's heartache finally eased, his furrowed brow gradually relaxing. And his grip on her shoulders remained as he closed his eyes. "Maybe you are my cure."
Scarlett's eyes shot up in surprise, her head bumping into his chin. She stared at him incredulously. "Are you kidding? I just sound like your wife. Don't take me as a stand-in for her. And just now, I listened to you only because you're my patient, and I didn't want you to die in the elevator. I wouldn't be able to explain that to anyone."
Sebastian released her, lifting her chin. He wanted to tear off her face to see if another one was hidden underneath. "I said you are my cure, not my lover. You're overthinking it."
His lover was only one person, and it wasn't Scarlett.
Scarlett smiled. "Then forget it, Mr. Kingsley. I'm really not interested in being tied to you."
Sebastian stood up straight, as if nothing had happened. "Do you think you can escape? Naive."
With that, the elevator doors opened. He strode out, leaving only his back in view.
The elevator continued to rise another floor before Scarlett snapped out of her shock.
Her arms suddenly felt empty, and an inexplicable sense of loss filled her heart. She furrowed her brows in frustration. How could this be?
Why had her heart been beating so fast just now?
Composing herself, Scarlett walked to Brian's office.
She demanded that Brian retract all the media reports targeting her so far and strengthen the protection of her personal privacy from now on.
Otherwise, she would leave the project team.
Brian sat in his large, classically decorated chairman's office, smiling kindly. "Alright, I will meet your demands. Ms. Taylor, you are talented in medicine. I admire you."
Scarlett smiled, thanked him, and then left.
Brian agreed so readily that she was out of the office in just five minutes.
The people in the executive office whispered among themselves, offering various compliments she had long grown tired of hearing.
"Ms. Taylor, what a coincidence." She was waiting for the elevator when a slender, beautiful figure stepped out. The tall, graceful woman in a stylish dress exuded a rich Chanel fragrance. It was Megan.
Scarlett nodded. "Ms. Turner."
Megan smiled brightly. "What brings you here?"
"Business, which is now settled," Scarlett replied succinctly.
Megan's dark eyeliner angled upward, her delicate makeup enhancing her pretty face. She smiled sweetly. "I see you were here to see Mr. Brian Kingsley. I came to see him too. By the way, Sebastian and I are getting married soon. I hope for your blessing."
Sebastian was getting married?
"That's great. Congratulations," Scarlett said indifferently. It didn't matter to her.
"Thank you! Ms. Taylor, you will be happy too." Megan smiled.
Scarlett gave a noncommittal smile and stepped into the elevator. After the doors closed, she took a deep breath. Marriage? Well, she and Kevin were also getting married, weren't they?
Rubbing her forehead, Scarlett felt a bit unsettled.
The elevator stopped on the next floor, and someone got on. Scarlett stepped back half a step as three women entered, immediately starting to gossip,
"I just saw Megan. I almost didn't recognize her. She looks even more beautiful than before she retired. I guess getting married to Mr. Sebastian Kingsley has really improved her complexion."
"Are they really getting married? But Mr. Sebastian Kingsley only loves his deceased wife, right? He hasn't been well since she got sick."
"The old are not forgotten, and the new are not warmly welcomed. How can the dead compete with the living?"
Their conversation continued, and Scarlett chuckled. True, Sebastian was deeply in love with Brooklyn, but no matter how deep the love, he couldn't live his whole life in memories.
She shook her head, trying to dispel her worries. Why was she starting to care about Sebastian's love life?
Meanwhile, in Sebastian's office.
Dario leaned in. "Mr. Kingsley, I've found out that Ms. Taylor stayed in a hospital in Averlake for a while. The timing almost matches Mrs. Kingsley's disappearance. However, all the medical records have been cleared. We can only confirm that Scarlett underwent a lengthy treatment. It seems someone is deliberately hiding the details, and we can't find out more."
The medical records were erased, which proves there's an issue.
Sebastian pondered for a moment, his hand resting on the mouse, not making any further moves. "Lately, I've been feeling more and more that she seems so familiar that sometimes I can't tell if she's Brooklyn or Scarlett."
Dario cautiously suggested, "Is it possible that she is Mrs. Kingsley, just with a changed appearance?"
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