Scarlett’s POV
I sat on my bed, leaning against the headboard, reading Jane Austen's novel, "Emma."
It wasn’t my favorite, but I needed a distraction to clear my mind. Suddenly, Gabriel barged into my room, startling me.
"s**t!" I cursed. "Learn to knock, Gabriel. What the hell?" I grumbled.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you," he apologized, walking closer to the bed.
"You are late. Did something happen?" I asked, not bothering to look up.
"I had to finish the work you left at the office. You said you would handle it," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and removing his shoes.
"I didn’t handle it. So what?" I retorted, still focused on the book.
"Why did you leave so early? That is not like you," he questioned.
"It’s my company. Can’t I leave whenever I want?" I snapped,
