Second Marriage to A Big Shot

Chapter 9 A Gift for Her?

Scarlett looked distant in an instant. "I don't need your reminder. I know how to handle it."

Then, she walked past Wesley and left.

Wesley watched Scarlett leave but said nothing.

The next day, Scarlett was about to head out to work.

But as soon as she opened the door, she saw Patrick leading a group of people, striding towards her with an aggressive vibe.

'Who helped Patrick get out? Is it Brenda and her crew? But could Brenda really pull that off?' Scarlett found it hard to believe.

As these thoughts crossed her mind, Patrick had already reached her.

With a dark expression, he sneered. "Scarlett, I didn't realize you were capable of this. Getting my nemesis Wesley to throw me into jail so easily."

Scarlett remained calm, showing no emotion.

"Didn't you bring this upon yourself? If you weren't trying to ruin me, why would he want you behind bars?"

She then smirked, glancing behind Patrick.

"Why isn't your favorite Brenda here? Isn't she so in love with you?"

The reason Scarlett hadn't sent Patrick the video of Brenda talking to her ex-husband was that she knew him well.

Once Patrick believed something, no one could convince him otherwise.

So she planned to wait for the right moment to show him those videos.

Suddenly, Patrick tried to grab Scarlett by the neck.

"Scarlett, don't you dare question my feelings for Brenda. Brenda's not well. I didn't want her to come."

Scarlett dodged quickly, avoiding Patrick's attempt to hurt her.

She struggled with bitterness. When Patrick had become a vegetable after a car accident, she used advanced equipment every day for three years to stimulate his brain, hoping he'd recover. But when he woke up, he had forgotten her.

She had believed that once he regained his memory, their relationship could go back to the way it was.

But he was convinced that Brenda, who had been deliberately staged to care for him, was the one who saved his life.

Time and again, he stood up for Brenda without any regard for Scarlett's feelings.

Taking a deep breath, Scarlett confronted Patrick.

"Patrick, do I mean nothing to you?"

Without hesitation, Patrick replied, "Scarlett, don't you find it ironic to say that now? I know exactly what you and Wesley have been up to. Don't think that pretending to care about me will stop me from holding you accountable for what you did to land me in prison."

Scarlett responded coldly, "So, Patrick, you just won't keep your promises. You once said you'd love only me forever. Now you're telling me your heart belongs to Brenda. Since you are free now, let's get those divorce papers signed!"

Patrick suddenly raised his hand to slap Scarlett.

"You're that eager to divorce me and be with my enemy Wesley? Even if you die, you'll still be mine. I won't let you be with him."

Scarlett didn't expect Patrick to strike her so suddenly, and it was almost too late to dodge.

Just as Patrick's hand was about to land on her face, Scarlett felt someone move swiftly.

Before she figured it all out, she saw Patrick crash to the floor, two yards away, with a loud thud.

Then, with a cough, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Scarlett recognized the scent on the person's body. 'It is Wesley. Why does Wesley always appear just in time? What did the photos on his phone mean if he had feelings for me? Maybe I am overthinking it. Perhaps he is just trying to win my trust.'

Wesley brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

His voice was low and seductive. "I won't let Patrick hurt you."

Patrick wiped the blood from his mouth and was helped to his feet by his men.

Furious, he yelled, "Wesley, Scarlett is mine. Don't go too far."

Wesley gave Scarlett a nod of reassurance and walked towards Patrick.

Looking down at him, he said, "Brenda is your woman. Didn't you plan to divorce Ms. Wilson for her?"

Patrick gritted his teeth. "I do love Brenda, but I won't let you be with Scarlett."

Hearing this, Scarlett felt a pang in her heart but tried to hide this feeling. "As long as Brenda doesn't mind, let's see who has the last laugh."

She then turned to Wesley.

"Mr. Kingsley, let's go."

Wesley nodded and waited for her to lock the door before leaving the neighborhood with her.

At the entrance of the neighborhood, Scarlett's tone became noticeably distant.

"Thank you for helping me earlier. I know you're just trying to earn my trust. But I don't like owing people favors. As long as it doesn't cross my bottom line, I'll do anything to repay you."

Wesley didn't answer her. Instead, he looked into Scarlett's eyes.

"What if I asked you to have dinner with me?"

Scarlett hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

They didn't speak much on the way.

When they arrived at an upscale restaurant, which was located opposite a wealthy neighborhood, the patrons were mostly rich people.

When the wealthy patrons there saw Scarlett and Wesley enter, they whispered among themselves.

"Isn't that Scarlett, the one Mr. Hastings dumped? She's still not divorced yet and is already involved with Mr. Kingsley."

"I wonder what Mr. Kingsley sees in her that makes him insist on being with her."

"She should wait until she's divorced if she wants to be with Mr. Kingsley."

"Right, I heard Scarlett and Patrick aren't divorced yet."

Hearing this, Scarlett was about to say something when Wesley spoke first firmly, "Do you know the cost Patrick paid for spreading rumors about Ms. Wilson? But I believe you all know what I might do."

Upon hearing Wesley's words, those people instantly shut up.

'Even Mr. Hastings is no match for Mr. Kingsley. We certainly aren't either.'

Seeing how much these people feared Wesley, Scarlett couldn't help but wonder if Wesley was even more powerful than she had realized.

Actually, she had asked her men to investigate Wesley recently, but they couldn't find any useful information about him.

The more mysterious he was, the more dangerous he seemed to her.

When they entered the private dining room, Scarlett noticed the table was filled with her favorite dishes.

Wesley seemed to read her mind, but he didn't expose her thoughts.

"Eat first, then I'll tell you why I brought you here."

Scarlett just nodded, feeling suspicious.

After they finished eating, the doorbell rang just as she was about to say something.

Scarlett got up to open the door, but Wesley gave her a reassuring glance.

"I'll get it."

As Scarlett watched Wesley turn around, the feeling he gave her was not just one of familiarity but also a sense of danger she couldn't quite put into words.

Soon after, Wesley returned holding a beautifully wrapped gift and walked towards her.