Chapter 398 Confirming Her Identity with a Kiss!
Scarlett and Brooklyn's voices were exactly the same. With their identical falls and lost memories. Was there really no connection between them?
Their appearances were completely different, no trace in their handwriting, right hand regained dexterity.
Which one was the truth?
Was Scarlett his lost lover Brooklyn?
Sebastian's sharply jointed fingers pressed hard against his forehead, with the knuckles turning a glaring white due to the force. Two voices roared fiercely in his mind, as if two forces were tugging at a rope with him at the center, pulling in opposite directions, almost tearing him apart at the waist!
Brandon hadn't heard a response from Sebastian for a while, and coughed uneasily, "Mr. Kingsley, what's going on? Are you excited to hear that your old rival is coming back? You and Zach were rivals because you had a common target, but that's not the case anymore, right? So you two should be friends now."
Sebastian's rationality tilted once again. Zach had once vowed never to return to the country, but now he had broken his decision. It must be because there was a force strong enough to change his mind.
If the call was from Scarlett, then her voice was the most lethal blow.
His deep voice hit like waves against rocks, "I suspect, Scarlett is Brooklyn."
A single sentence stirred up a storm, Brandon felt like he had swallowed a fly, coughing loudly several times before catching his breath, "No way, my friend! The records are very clear, her name is Scarlett, OK? It clearly shows that Scarlett is a member of the Taylor family, has lived in Averlake for over twenty years, even her past travel records are showed. Scarlett has never been to Libertya, OK? All the details are crystal clear, and you still suspect she's your wife? Have you gone mad missing your wife?"
He wasn't crazy. Despite the clear words on the records in front of him, there was an insistent thought he couldn't shake off. Every time he tried to dismiss the connection between Scarlett and Brooklyn, he was overwhelmed by a strong sense of unease.
"I'm very clear-headed. Records can be faked, but some feelings can't be."
He recalled every moment spent with Scarlett. Although she had changed a lot, every time he got close to her, he inexplicably felt at ease. When eating with her, the atmosphere naturally became warm and comfortable. Even when arguing with her, he didn't feel irritated. He could fall asleep in her arms and have a strong physical reaction to her, and...
The most fatal point was, her kiss couldn't deceive him!
Brandon silently cursed, "Sebastian, be rational. I hope you can regain your sexual ability and meet a woman you truly love, but that doesn't mean the dead can come back to life! Brooklyn has been dead for over two years."
Sebastian moved his chair and stood up, his palm pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city. He closed his eyes, his voice dropping an octave, "The dead indeed can't come back to life, but is she really dead? Without finding Brooklyn's body, apart from the items she carried, no one can prove she's dead."
Brandon looked up at the sky, silently rubbing his forehead. If Sebastian wasn't the one with a fever, then it must be him, "You've almost turned over the entire three hundred miles of sea, and that large area has been pretty much seeked by you, right? If Brooklyn were really alive, would you not have found her? Besides, if you couldn't find her then, how could she still be alive?"
Sebastian must be crazy!
But Sebastian was even more convinced of his suspicion. Ignoring Brandon's continuous questioning, he stubbornly and forcefully said, "I will prove it."
"Sebastian, how will you prove it? You don't plan to crack open her head, do you? Don't be impulsive! Sebastian! Talk to me!"
Brandon was still yelling, but Sebastian had already hastily hung up the phone, grabbed the car keys from the table, and rushed out!
"Mr. Kingsley, it's time for the meeting." The secretary happened to come over with a folder to remind Sebastian of the meeting. Sebastian didn't even look, "Cancel it!"
The secretary stared at Sebastian, who rushed to the elevator like a whirlwind, her hair blown by the wind he created sticking to her face. She was stunned. What was wrong with him?
Sebastian's expression just now was truly terrifying.
He couldn't wait another minute。He had to find out who Scarlett really was!
The black Rolls-Royce sped out of the parking lot like a phantom, crossing three intersections, overtaking thousands of cars, and crazily rushing to the red light.
The records, the photo and video evidence andthe sleepless nights of searching over two years ago, all of these couldn't compare to the feeling he had when facing her.
Even if Scarlett wasn't Brooklyn, a woman who could make him almost lose his rationality and act impulsively, he wouldn't let go easily.
With two names and dual recognition, Sebastian was very troubled.
After finishing the call with Zach, Scarlett spread out the paper and began to practice calligraphy using Sebastian's poem as a model. Practicing calligraphy was extremely taxing and labor-intensive, and after a while, her injured arm could no longer bear the strain.
She spent the entire afternoon sitting in the living room reading. When bored, she would stroll in the yard outside or sit at the piano and play the piece, the one that nearly got her strangled by that bastard Sebastian.
As she played, Scarlett's fingers stopped. Her mind replayed Sebastian's out-of-control appearance. That day, when he heard this piece, he completely turned into a lion, losing all rationality.
This piece of music is related to Brooklyn, a crack in his life, and must hold special significance.
But how did Scarlett know it?
Why was this piece of music in her remaining memories?
Could it be a coincidence? That she just happens to like the same piece of music as Brooklyn?
Brooklyn was a cardiologist, and her memory also contains knowledge of internal medicine. Although she has forgotten most of it, she clearly remembers many medical terms. Could it be...
Scarlett closed her eyes, pressing her hands on the piano keys, her mind a chaotic mess.
Thinking about it gave her a headache, so she closed the piano lid and walked to the living room.
Sebastian stopped the car and stormed into the villa's hall like a gust of wind, pushing open the heavy wooden door.
Scarlett looked up in shock, her eyes meeting Sebastian's anxious gaze. She tightened her grip on the book in her hand, her lips trembling. Why did Sebastian look like an angry leopard again?
"Sebastian."
She had just called his name when Sebastian strode over to her, bending his long legs and leaning close to her face, "Brooklyn, is it you?"
Scarlett was helpless, "Sebastian. Stop going crazy!"
How many times had she emphasized that she was Scarlett!
But Sebastian insisted on gripping her shoulders, his fingers digging into her shoulder blades, locking his gaze on hers, and then pulling her hand to his heart, "Do you remember this rhythm?"
Under her palm was his heartbeat.
There was a frantic heartbeat, either from meeting a beloved or from severe heart disease, or extreme fright.
Clearly, it wasn't the latter two.
Scarlett struggled, "Sebastian, your intermittent psychosis is too severe. If you miss your wife, go find Ms. Turner. Why are you going crazy in front of me?"
"You can't remember? Fine, I'll prove it." He cupped the back of her head with his large hand, pressing her lips to his with near brute force, ravaging and devouring, determined to leave his mark on her lips.
The bite marks on her chest had disappeared, all things related to memories were gone, but he believed that at least one thing could prove who she was.
His teeth bit her lips, whether it was breath or scent, whether it was excitement or impulse, the feeling she gave him was the same as Brooklyn's!
He violently imprisoned her lips, ignoring her resistance, brutally invading. As the force deepened, the brute strength in his palm turned gentle, and the invasion of his lips became a gradual seduction, bit by bit.
The stiff-as-a-board Scarlett in his arms finally went limp in helplessness.
She collapsed in his arms, passively enduring his fiery passion, gradually being enveloped by his tenderness, the fragrance in her mouth igniting, dreamlike.
That was s taste she had never experienced before, like being poisoned.
Her struggling hand fell, closing her angry eyes. She was so confused by him that she lost all rationality, only able to follow her body's reactions, slowly sinking.
After a long time, her swollen lips were released, her breath too shallow, her face pale.
Sebastian laughed. After nearly a thousand days, the long-missed smile returned to his face. There was no need for further verification, he was certain that the enigmatic Scarlett before him was indeed the Brooklyn he had been waiting for.
Scarlett was stunned for a full minute by his kiss, watching him laugh, almost to the point of tears.
Damn! Did Sebastian got his head caught in a door?
Finally, she came to her senses.
With a swing of her hand, Scarlett slapped Sebastian hard across the face, "Sebastian! You bastard! What are you doing!"
Sebastian, who had just been slapped, didn't get angry but laughed even more freely, "Yes, I'm a bastard. I deserve to be hit."
It took him so long to recognize her, he indeed deserved to be hit! One slap wasn't enough!
Sebastian grabbed her hand, aiming it at the other side of his face, "Hit hard, don't hold back, hit until you're not angry anymore."
Scarlett: "You're crazy!"
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it, "I am crazy. My eyes were blind, not recognizing you. My heart was blind, not feeling you. My mind was foggy, not daring to believe it was you."
Scarlett was stunned by his deep self-reflection, "Sebastian, are you really okay?"
"Brooklyn, I always thought, if I could see you again, how wonderful it would be. I never thought this day would come. I never thought I would see you again."
Damn! He still mistook her?
Scarlett raised her other hand and slapped him again, "I'm not Brooklyn! I'm Scarlett!"
Her face turned livid with anger, and she furiously yanked her wrist, but to no avail. "Let go!"
No way, he wouldn't let go again.
"The first slap was for you forcefully kissing me. The second slap was for you being blind. Look clearly, I am Scarlett. If you mistake me for your deceased wife again, I won't be polite." She argued a few sentences, then fell silent.
He patiently waited for her to calm down, then his lips moved slightly.
Sebastian, having been slapped twice, felt a strange sense of relief, but his rationality returned. Even if Scarlett was Brooklyn, she had lost all her memories and had a fierce personality. It was impossible to win her back in one step.
To win her heart, he had two options.
First, help her regain her memories, but that was very difficult.
Second, win her heart anew, make her fall in love with him as Scarlett, but that seemed even harder.
But he was very patient and confident.
Sebastian frowned slightly and smiled, "Alright, Scarlett, look clearly at me. From now on, be ready to become my wife."
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