Chapter 393 Testing the Waters, Scarlett was angry
Scarlett gave him a leisurely smile, "So, do you know how I feel about you now?"
Sebastian, with his noble and elegant demeanor, looked down at her. He was unattainable for others, and his deep eyes gazed at her. "It seems now that you don't reject me."
His intense gaze made her heart flutter. Although she couldn't say she felt guilty or at fault, having a very handsome man like Sebastian staring at her was something most women couldn't handle.
She didn't dare to look any longer and averted her gaze. When she came to her senses, she realized her palm had accumulated a layer of sweat.
What exactly was this strange feeling in her heart?
When he mistook her for Brooklyn and violently treat her, she was scared but didn't feel repulsed. Instead, she felt heartache.
The next morning.
Despite her injured arm, Scarlett still put on her workout clothes after getting up. Running had become a habit, and she felt uneasy if she didn't go for a day.
As she opened the door to leave, Sebastian also came out of the adjacent bedroom. Their eyes met, and both smartly chose to intermittently forget about yesterday's events.
"Morning, Sebastian." She smiled, her eyes sparkling like pearls.
Sebastian nodded, finally hearing her call him by his name. Scarlett wasn't entirely clueless. However, as he looked at her attire, he frowned, "Running with an injury?"
She shrugged, "It's my arm that's hurt, not my legs. It doesn't affect running, and it's just a superficial wound."
She smiled casually and then gracefully descended the stairs.
Sebastian stood there for a few seconds, and in a daze, he thought of Brooklyn. When she injured her knee back then, she kept pushing herself to go to work and didn't t let anything get in the way. In terms of being resilient and persevering despite physical limitations, the two of them were remarkably similar.
She was as stubborn as Brooklyn.
Sebastian strode down the stairs and grabbed her wrist, "Stay home and rest. You shouldn't be exercising now. Sweating will make it harder for your wound to heal."
Scarlett had completely forgotten about that.
Awakened by his reminder, she said, "Thanks. In that case, you go for a run yourself."
Sebastian looked at Scarlett, "As a doctor, you don't even know how to take care of yourself."
He was mocking her again.
"I'm not doing a good job, so Mr. Kingsley, do you need to change doctors?"
Hoist with his own petard, Sebastian, looked like it't his turn today!
Sebastian put on his running shoes and smiled calmly, "You're indeed not a qualified doctor, but at least your are good at cooking."
"Looks like Mr. Kingsley has some taste after all." Watching him leave the hall, Scarlett then realized, cooking? That reason didn't seem to justify her staying here, did it?
She didn't even argue back. Her intelligence was completely outmatched. This round was a total defeat.
Aucester Hospital, rooftop.
Samantha clenched her fists, feeling so nervous she could hardly breathe.
Piper, in a white coat, walked briskly over. Seeing Samantha's expression, she guessed most of it and spoke with a voice that seemed detached in the rooftop wind, "The results are out?"
Samantha clutched the lab report, her fingers curling one by one. She nodded with difficulty, almost biting her lip, "They're out."
Piper's heart suddenly sank to the bottom!
Her fingers slowly reached out, her throat dry as if parched for three days and nights, withering and decaying, "Let me see."
Samantha handed her the lab results, swallowing hard, "The results just came out. Her blood type..."
Piper's eyes felt like they were being gouged out! She stared intently at the black and white text!
In the blood type column on the left, it clearly read: [RH negative.]
For a moment, the world turned dark and dizzy. Piper's head throbbed with pain as her heels suddenly gave out. She staggered back, nearly falling, her high heels clattering heavily against the rooftop tiles. Her eyes grew dim, devoid of color and light.
"How is this possible?" She questioned repeatedly, overwhelmed by shock and astonishment, with no way out!
Scarlett was Brooklyn, so did she know that it was Pipe who pushed her into the abyss back then?
Did she know that everything about Jenny was orchestrated by Pipe?
Now appearing as Scarlett, was she secretly plotting, or had she truly lost her memory?
What had she done and experienced in these past two years?
How did she become the daughter of the Taylor family? How could this be!
A multitude of thoughts exploded in Piper's mind, overwhelming her brain and nerves like a flood, ready to completely annihilate her!
"Dr. Rivera, are you okay?" Samantha was frightened by Piper's reaction, standing still and not daring to help her.
Learning that Scarlett was Brooklyn also made her panic, but not to the extent of Piper, who looked like she had seen a ghost and was about to collapse.
Piper closed her eyes and tore up the lab report, her voice cold and harsh, "No one can know about this."
The blood test results in her hand were like a fishbone stuck in her throat, unable to be swallowed or spat out, which tore at her throat, leaving it bloody and raw.
Samantha nodded, "Don't worry, so far, no one knows her identity. But I'm afraid this can't be hidden for long."
Piper's fingers clenched into a fist, her pupils dilating and contracting before refocusing, "I'll find a way."
Hiding it for long was one thing, but the biggest issue now was whether Brooklyn had truly lost her memory.
Even if she had, would Brooklyn regain her memory?
Brooklyn, who once had nothing after her family's downfall, was not a threat. But now, as Scarlett, she bore the prestigious title of the Taylor family's daughter and was a renowned top doctor.
Countless eyes were on her.
It was hard to target her now.
Piper took a deep breath and thought of James, "You go back first. I need some time alone."
Samantha nodded vigorously, "Okay, I'll go down first. Take care of yourself."
After Samantha left, Piper dialed a number.
In the chairman's office of Infinite International Group, James was flirting with his sexy secretary. Seeing the call, he slapped the secretary's butt and sent her away.
"Piper, what made you think of calling me?" James toyed with the art piece on his desk.
Piper closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Didn't you say you really like Scarlett?"
"Yes What's up?"
He was indeed interested in Scarlett, but her cold personality made her hard to conquer. Besides, he had been too busy lately to pursue her.
"She's currently staying at Sebastian's villa in the suburbs, and her arm is injured these past few days. She'll definitely be resting at home. This is a great opportunity."
James's eyes suddenly lit up, and he smiled with interest, "Piper, are you supporting me in pursuing her?"
As far as he knew, Pipe didn't have a good impression of Scarlett.Piper chuckled, doting, "I may not like her, but when have I ever stopped you from going after a woman you fancy?"
With Piper's support, James felt an even stronger desire. Just thinking about Scarlett's figure and appearance was enough to make him dizzy with excitement. If he could sleep with her, even better! "Piper! Thanks! Once I win her over, I'll make sure to thank you properly!"
"Wait, you can pursue her, but you need to find out if she's really lost her memory or just pretending. Especially her memories from two years ago. This is very important to me."
James rubbed his forehead, "Memory loss?"
He grabbed his car keys, and a white Maserati sped out of the city, soon arriving at the villa.
He carried a bottle of red wine and a large bouquet of red roses and lilies.
Seeing the visitor on the screen, Scarlett frowned. Why was he here?
"Mr. Rivera, Sebastian is not home. If you're looking for him, please go to his company."
"Ms. Taylor, I'm here to see you." Entering, James hadn't even had a chance to present the flowers before he noticed the vases in the living room were already filled with fresh red roses.
Scarlett stood among the flowers, the light casting a glow on her smooth, flawless skin. Her gaze was somewhat disdainful, somewhat lazy, but it didn't hide her elegance and charm.
Indeed, every time he saw her, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Ms. Taylor, it seems you have quite a few admirers." James's lips curved, his black suit exuding the aura of a wealthy heir, a demeanor not easily matched by others. But this carefree, flirtatious attitude was something she really didn't like.
"The flowers are from my fiancé. Mr. Rivera, what do you want?"
James nodded, exhaling deeply, "Fiancé? An engagement means everyone still has an equal chance. Ms. Taylor, I heard from Pipe that you injured your arm, so I came to check on you."
James, towering over her, presented the flowers with an unyielding stance.
Scarlett's eyes flickered with scrutiny, "Thank you. Mr. Rivera, you must be busy with work. Please leave, I'm fine."
James sat on the sofa like he owned the place, crossing his long legs and placing the wine on the glass table, "This is a twenty-year-old top-tier red wine. Fine wine for a fine lady. How about sharing a glass with me, Ms. Taylor?"
Scarlett's lips curved slightly, her elegant demeanor replaced by sarcasm, "Mr. Rivera, knowing I'm injured and still offering me wine, are you here to check on me or harm me?"
James slapped his thigh, "Oh! I forgot it! Since you can't drink, let's have tea."
Scarlett moved to the sofa opposite, crossing her long legs, "I think, Mr. Rivera, you're not here just to have a drink with me."
James laughed heartily, his boisterous laughter masking his true intentions, "As expected of Scarlett, smart! I'm here because I can't stop thinking about you and wanted to see you as soon as possible!"
He was honest, but she felt nothing.
James suddenly changed the subject, "I heard your father is a prominent entrepreneur in Emporcia, and you've gained a lot of business experience. By the way, I went to high school and college in Emporcia. Which school did you attend, Ms. Taylor?"
"Saint Andrew's High School, Lincolnton University." She replied.
James was taken aback, "What a coincidence! I knew we had a connection! I studied at Saint Andrew's High School too. Do you remember the principal, Mr. Knight, and the vice principal, Trinity? Who were your classmates? Maybe we knew each other back then."
Seeing his excitement, Scarlett frowned with disinterest, "Classmates? I don't remember."
"How could you not remember? There was a murder case in high school that shocked all of Emporcia. You must know about it!" James observed her closely, watching for any change in her expression.
She remained calm and composed.
She replied calmly, "I don't know."
She didn't know?
James's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice, probing, "How could you not know? Did something happen? Do you not remember any of it?"
A sharp look flashed in Scarlett's eyes, like a steel blade pointing at him, "Whether I remember or not is none of your business, is it?"
So, she really didn't remember?
"Well, it doesn't matter. I like you and want to pursue you. Can't I get to know you better? Two years ago, I think I saw you in Averlake. Yes! It was you. You must remember, at Epoch Plaza, you were doing a free clinic. I saw you!"
Two years ago? Free clinic?
"I don't remember." She was puzzled.
"That's impossible. You must remember! I'm sure it was you! I knew you looked familiar. Scarlett, our connection was destined." James continued.
"Impossible. I never went to Epoch Plaza two years ago. Everything you said has nothing to do with me." She was a little angry.
"I can't be mistaken. Could it be that Ms. Taylor has some memory issues? How could you not remember?"
Scarlett was infuriated. She hated it when people mentioned her memory!
She abruptly stood up from the sofa, pointing to the door, "Mr. Rivera, we have nothing more to say. Please leave!"
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