Chapter 394 Her Handwriting is So Ugly
After driving James away, Scarlett slumped on the sofa for a long time, unable to recover.
The lost memories were always a pain in her heart, an insurmountable chasm in her life.
They were also her fiercely protected vulnerabilities.
She didn't want anyone to tear her fatal weaknesses, and she was even more afraid of anyone seeing her irreparable flaws. This terrifying fear was like a malignant tumor growing in her heart, no one else could touch it, and she could only hide away and heal silently.
Scarlett admitted that her biggest weakness was her inability to face the past.
She could never calmly look back on those days that were worse than death, nor could she face a whole blank period of time—no memories, no recollections, nothing connecting her to her past self.
Every time she thought about these things, Scarlett felt suffocated.
The white Maserati drove out of the private estate, and the more James thought about it, the more he felt that something was very wrong with Scarlett. She was very resistant to others touching her life, no, she was destructively opposed to anyone stepping into her memories.
She wrapped herself in a shell that appeared invincible on the outside, but if looked closely, one would find that inside the shell, she was fragile.
James hesitated, wondering if he should tell Pipe what he knew.
He was struggling.
He held his phone, motionless for a long time.
What attracted him to Scarlett now was no longer her appearance and temperament.
He was fascinated by her past, her temper, and her vulnerabilities.
"Damn! Could it be that I've really fallen for Scarlett?"
Absolutely not!
He was just approaching her out of curiosity! He didn't want to touch the thorny Scarlett.
He was agitated!
James stepped on the gas and roared away, needing to find a place to vent. He was something wrong.
The villa's bookshelf was filled with various books, covering a wide range of topics. The ancient red bookshelf was embedded in the wall, seven layers high, filling the entire study.
Who would have thought that Sebastian liked reading so much?
Moreover, among the books filling the room, three compartments were actually filled with professional books on cardiology.
Scarlett pulled out a book on Cardiology. The book wasn't brand new, it had clearly been read before. When she opened it, she saw notes written inside.
The notes were a mix of English and another language, with neat and clean handwriting.
Brooklyn was a doctor, so these books must have belonged to her?
One had to admit, Brooklyn's handwriting was beautiful.
Scarlett couldn't compare in this aspect. She had been unable to move her limbs for a long time. Although her language skills hadn't deteriorated, her handwriting was nothing to boast about. Her English was passable, but her handwriting of the Libertya's words was quite poor.
For some reason, she really wanted to learn that language. So she picked up a pen and started copying the notes from the book onto paper.
Her hand grew sore, and she couldn't get the hang of it.
Alright, she had to admit, she seemed to have lost to Brooklyn.
As she awkwardly practiced writing, her phone rang.
Scarlett picked up the phone and frowned, "Sebastian?"
Why would he be calling at noon?
Sebastian checked the time; it was already twelve noon. His work had come to a temporary halt. Leaning back in his chair, he thought of the disabled person at home.
"Have you eaten?"
Scarlett looked at the screen in disbelief. It was indeed him. "Not yet."
Darn! She had actually forgotten about lunch.
Sebastian loosened his tie with his long fingers, relaxing from his busy state. His furrowed brows relaxed upon hearing her voice. "Why haven't you eaten?"
She really wanted to eat, but the problem was, what should she eat?
Scarlett scratched her head, flipped the open book onto the desk, and shuffled to the kitchen in her slippers. "Is there any food? You know my current situation, right?"
Sebastian indicated that he understood.
"So, no lunch?" he put his legs down, glanced at his watch again, and stood up. "What do you want to eat?"
Scarlett was stunned. "Anything I want?"
"Basically, yes." He replied.
Scarlett's lips curled slightly. She opened the refrigerator door and saw neatly arranged ingredients inside. Simple food could be made, but she wanted to hear what Sebastian would say. "I want hot pot."
She had heard that hot pot was quite good during her time in the Libertya, but she hadn't had the chance to try it. Since Sebastian was so capable, why not give it a try?
Sebastian suddenly smiled, though silently. "Sure, if you want to eat hot pot alone, I have no objections. Owen will be at the villa to pick you up in half an hour."
Scarlett accidentally closed the refrigerator door. "So, you mean I should go out to eat?"
"What else?" Sebastian's smile was almost visible, though his lips had already curved into a smile.
Scarlett's lips drooped, and she hung up the phone, pouting.
She had thought he would cook for her.
'Scarlett, what are you thinking?' She patted her face and laughed self-deprecatingly.
Hot pot wasn't suitable for one person. Scarlett had Owen take her to Appearance Restaurant. After lunch, Owen said, "Ms. Taylor, Mr. Kingsley said if you're bored alone, you can walk around nearby. I'll wait for you here."
"Okay, I'll go to the mall." She mainly wanted to digest it.
Scarlett wore a top with long sleeves covering the bandages on her arms. She walked in five-centimeter heels. Even without makeup, she was a striking figure in the entire mall.
Suddenly hearing a woman's scream, Scarlett quickly looked around and saw a middle-aged woman carrying large bags coming down the escalator. The shopping bags slipped from her hands and scattered all over the floor.
Scarlett frowned and actually walked over.
Her slender, tall figure bent down before Jennifer could, picking up the shopping bags one by one and handing them to her.
When Jennifer looked up, she was suddenly struck by the beautiful face in front of her. Even as a woman, she was amazed by Scarlett.
Scarlett's skin was smooth and glowing, her eyes were like water, and her slender fingers were as soft as milkshake. Especially her delicate features.
Scarlett also saw Jennifer. Judging by her appearance, Jennifer's age was indiscernible; she was well-maintained and looked around forty. Her hair was pinned up, her eyebrows were meticulously drawn, and she exuded an air of elegance.
"Your things." She raised her arm, indicating for her to take them.
Jennifer suddenly held her breath, her mind blank!
Her voice sounded so...
Scarlett frowned, "Ma'am? It's your items."
Jennifer snapped out of her daze, taking the items from her hands in a stupor. She then remembered where she had seen her before—on TV, in newspapers. She was the doctor from Aucester Hospital, Scarlett, wasn't it?
Moreover, it seemed that Sebastian's private doctor was also her.
Not only was her medical skill impressive, but seeing her in person today, Jennifer was even more astonished by her looks.
But why did her voice sound just like that of Brooklyn, that wretch?
"Thank you." Jennifer took her items.
Scarlett smiled slightly, her teeth white and her eyes soft. "You're welcome."
Not only was she outstanding in appearance, but her demeanor was also extraordinary. Truly an enviable beauty.
Jennifer smiled kindly, unable to take her eyes off Scarlett, and couldn't help but exclaim, "You must be Ms. Taylor? I've read about you."
Scarlett felt a headache coming on but responded gracefully, "The media likes to exaggerate. Don't believe everything you read."
These kinds of lady like Jennifer was the most likely to believe advertisements.
"How could that be? I think you have real talent. Don't be too modest."
Scarlett came from a prestigious family and had exceptional talents. Such a woman was rare. Fortunately, She was now at Aucester Hospital and had a connection with Sebastian.
Scarlett's eyebrows relaxed a bit. "Ma'am, these shopping bags are quite heavy. I suggest you don't carry so many at once, it could hurt your arms."
"Alright, Ms. Taylor, you are so considerate."
A moment later, Megan also came down. She was carrying even more shopping bags than Jennifer. She had been buying perfume and was a step behind, missing the encounter between Jennifer and Scarlett.
"Mrs. Kingsley, what are you looking at?" She looked around but saw no one else.
Jennifer glanced at Megan and subconsciously began to compare. In terms of appearance, Megan was naturally top-notch, but compared to Scarlett, she lacked a certain grace.
In terms of family background, Scarlett was also a wealthy lady in Averlake, not inferior at all.
And in terms of ability, Megan couldn't compete with Scarlett.
Thinking of these things, Jennifer's voice turned colder. "What were you doing up there? Why are you just coming down now?"
Megan giggled, reaching to link arms with her. "I saw a limited edition perfume, so..."
Jennifer looked at her hand and gently shook it off. "My hands are full. Don't pull."
Her attitude changed so suddenly that Megan was caught off guard, her smile freezing awkwardly. "Then, Mrs. Kingsley, shall we go back?"
"Why go back so early? Let's have some coffee."
"Alright, Mrs. Kingsley."
As they walked out of the mall's glass doors, Jennifer was still recalling Scarlett's figure. That brief encounter had left a deep impression.
That evening, at the villa.
Sebastian personally cooked a nourishing meal. After dinner, Scarlett was reading a book in the living room, while Sebastian went to the study.
As he entered, he saw a medical book lying open on the desk.
He moved it aside and found a piece of paper and a pen underneath. The white paper had some scribbled words on it.
These words...
Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. Was this really an adult's handwriting? It was so messy and ugly.
But somehow, the handwriting was amusing.
Sebastian couldn't help but laugh as he looked at it.
Shaking his head helplessly, Sebastian leaned against the doorframe of the first-floor study, crossing his long legs leisurely. "Scarlett, did you write these?"
Scarlett was drinking water and reading, the cup covering half her face. "Why is it in your hand? Give it back!"
She put down the cup and ran over to snatch the paper. Her handwriting was too ugly, it was embarrassing!
Sebastian raised his arm, and Scarlett missed. "So, it really is your writing. How old are you? And you write like this?"
Scarlett gritted her teeth, her fair face turning red with anger. "None of your business! I don't write the Livertya's words often, so of course, it doesn't look good!"
Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at her with an air of superiority. "Nice excuse, but it doesn't hide the fact that your handwriting reflects your personality."
Shit! That was an indirect insult!
Scarlett ground her teeth. "So, you think your handwriting is good? If you're so good, show me!"
"Does that mean you want me to teach you?" His thin lips curved into a slanted line, smiling arrogantly.
"Fine, I'm just afraid you can't teach!"
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