Scarlett’s POV
I shuffled into the living room, Gabriel following close behind. “Ma’am, are you okay?” he asked.
I chuckled softly. “Am I okay?” I murmured, turning to face him. “Do I look okay, Gabriel?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“No, I’m asking you. Do I look okay?”
“No, you don’t. You look distressed,” he admitted.
“Exactly. I should be fine. I’m not that weak woman anymore, right? He can’t make me weak. I won’t allow it. I’m going to show him that the Scarlett he once knew no longer exists. I’m not emotional; I’m merciless,” I said, more to myself than to him.
“Ma’am, can you calm down? Who are you talking about?”
“Can you stay with me tonight, please?”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t know. I just want to forget. I need to get back to my senses, and only you can help me. Please, don’t say no
