She’s Married, Sir (Scarlett and Sebastian)

Chapter 53

Scarlett had just finished booking a restaurant on the phone when Ben called again.

“Scarlett, give Mr. Jackman the address of the restaurant.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

After giving the order, she hung up the phone without allowing Scarlett to say a word.

She hung up the phone with a cold expression, opened her phone, and sent the address to the

assistant in charge of Sebastian’s tinerary.

In the end, the other party replied, “Scarlett, I can’t contact Mr. Jackman for the time being Send it to

his WhatsApp please” Scarlett

Gritting her teeth, she pulled Sebastian’s work number back from the blacklist, quickly forwarding an

address before blocking it again.

Having done this, she grabbed the key to the business car and headed to the company parking lot to

retrieve it.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she noticed the adjacent exclusive elevator opening.

Sebastian, striding out with his long legs, was clad in a black coat.

Scarlett’s heart gave a jolt as she spun around, feigning ignorance of his presence.

She had anticipated him to ignore her and depart immediately, yet she was taken aback when he

unexpectedly strode towards her

Scarlett was so nervous that she clenched her tists, wanting to move away, yet her feet remained

rooted to the spot. She felt the footsteps clearly and halted slowly behind her.

He gazed intently at her back, his eyes fixed on her.

Scarlett didn’t need to turn around to envision what Sebastian’s gaze was like when he looked at her.

Cold, indifferent, disdainful, and disgusted, these were probably the changes in emotions.

She clasped her hand and held her breath as the Bugatti Super Run in front of her suddenly roared to

life.

Sebastian sidestepped her, opened the driver’s door, and slid into the seat.

He lowered his gaze. fired up the engine, steered with one hand on the wheel, and drove off.

Without even glancing at her, he drove the sports car out of the parking lot.

Scarlett’s body, which had been tense, completely relaxed the instant he departed.

She felt a tinge of ridiculousness, and again she was overestimating herself.

Suppressing her disappointment, she walked to the seven-seater commercial car in front of her.

She opened the car door, got in, started the car, and drove straight to the airport.

For the past few days, the heavy rain had been a reminder to Scarlett of the night five years ago.

Scarlett was dreading the thought of that night, yet when she contemplated the person she was about

to encounter, the memories of the past flooded her mind.

It was a dark and rainy night: the street lamps were unable to pierce the darkness of the sky and the

earth.

Carrying her on his back, the young man slowly walked towards their home.

Despite her insensibility, she still struggled and refused to be carried by the young man, leaving him no

choice but to put her down.

Scarlett recalled having had a temper with him that day, so she refrained from letting him carry her

The young man said nothing, silently trailing behind her.

She loathed this expression of his the most. No matter what she uttered, he would not utter a single

word.

In a rage, she abandoned him and ran forward without a care.

As she sprinted toward the fork, an out-of-control car careened in from the side, leaving her no time to

dodge it.

Anticipating the car was about to strike her, the young man behind her hastened forward and forcefully

shoved her out of the way

She slipped in the rain on the other side and only grazed her skin. The young man was struck by the

car, and blood immediately spilled onto the ground.

His consciousness fading, he still fought to crawl towards her, who was petrified with fear.

Scarlett still recalled the final words that the young man named Liam uttered before he passed out,

“Scarlett, don’t be scared.”

She used to be profoundly affected by this, yet later on, she never wanted to recall anything about him.

After driving for two hours, she hurriedly arrived at the airport and parked her car in the basement.

Taking the elevator, she made her way to the airport.

After waiting at the door for around half an hour, the president of Gatsby Group, accompanied by a

group of executives and bodyguards, slowly emerged.