Chapter: 1751

Across the divide, Scarlette stood like a statue, arms crossed and patience wearing thin as she waited for her driver. Her irritation was clearly directed at her companion, Zayden.

Since Scarlette's return to Warrington, Zayden had become her shadow, his daily apologies falling on deaf ears.

Clutching an ice cream cone, Zayden latched onto Scarlette's arm with brazen familiarity. “Scarlette, nothing happened between me and that woman, I swear. Still pure as snow, and I've sanitized everything. Can't you forgive me? I'm begging you, Scarlette.”

Scarlette's features twisted with revulsion as she glared at his grip.

“Remove your hand. Now.”