After His Cheating, A Guy Begs to Marry Me

Chapter 4

It suddenly hit Scarlett—this was the guy who'd slipped away in a hurry from her place that morning.

Everything that happened last night was still so vivid in her mind; just thinking about it now made every nerve in her body tremble.

Arthur: Your heart is so cold, I can't warm it up no matter how hard I try.

Arthur's messages kept popping up one after another. She turned on Do Not Disturb, finished her breakfast, and then contacted her lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. For the charity banquet in a few days, she needed to arrange an advance meeting with Mr. Wright, who was an enigmatic man and the most powerful elite in Javilia's high society, with a trove of treasures at his disposal, though he only occasionally surfaced with a few pieces from his collection.

Ever since Scarlett's mother passed away, her birth family had sold off all their assets and moved abroad. Her mother's bracelet was among the items sold, and she was determined to get it back this time.

The moment Scarlett stepped out the door, she was startled by the man waiting right in front of her doorway.

Arthur held a box of desserts in his hand. He stepped forward and pressed it into her hand. "Scarlett, this is your favorite. Try it."

Eric hated this type of snack, so she had not eaten it ever since.

Stunned for a long while, she did not ask Arthur why he had not left, and could not help tearing open the packaging and taking a bite.

It was from her favorite shop, and the taste had not changed at all.

After a few bites, her vision blurred with tears. Arthur stayed by her side without saying a word, wiped the crumb from the corner of her mouth, and then asked, "Do you like it?"

She nodded.

Arthur opened the car door and said, "Where are you going? My skills in bed are excellent, and my driving skills are just as good."

She did not refuse and gave him the address.

Arthur sat in the driver's seat and fastened the seatbelt for her.

Along the way, Arthur kept trying to make conversation, but Scarlett had little interest. When they arrived at the agreed location, she reminded him, "Don't go wandering off. Wait for me here."

"Like a good puppy waiting for its owner?" he asked on purpose, putting on a pitiful expression.

Arthur's temperament was completely different from Eric's. Eric was steeped in careless, extravagant decadence. Beneath his indolent demeanor lay the arrogance and aloofness of someone born into the upper class. Only now did it hit Scarlett that she had never truly seen through his heart.

Arthur was gentle and reserved, steady and confident. In every gesture, there was a sense of mastery over all things, yet beneath the seemingly dangerous surface, he played the part of a pitiful, obedient boy.

Somehow, Scarlett really did overlap his face with that of a dog.

She was amused and smiled softly. "You really do look like a little dog."

Scarlett turned and left, leaving Arthur standing there, too stunned to react for ages.

Once inside the hotel, the place was spacious with winding corridors. She followed the waiter around for a long time before finally finding the private room.

The moment she pushed the door open, she unconsciously glanced at the room number.

Only then did she realize it was Room 909, not Room 609. She turned back to find the waiter when voices drifted out from the private room's half-closed door.

"Quick question! If Scarlett and Cassie got lost in the desert at the same time, and you could only save one person, who would you save first?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Scarlett."

"Why?"

"Cassie's got more skills."

The whole room burst into laughter.

Standing outside the door, Scarlett's face darkened, and she clenched her slightly trembling fists.

The people inside continued questioning Eric.

"Back when the Wilson Family fell, Scarlett married you right at that critical moment. What a gold-digging woman."

Another person picked up the conversation. "Whether she's after Eric's money or looks, it's just Eric doing her a huge favor. How could this Scarlett ever expect him to settle down?"

Eric just stared thoughtfully and said nothing. Sensing the shift in atmosphere and also intending to test Cassie's standing, the man quickly changed the subject. "Mr. Harris, I heard Cassie caused a scene at your house this morning, and Scarlett even hit her. Aren't you angry?"

Scarlett stepped closer, and through the c***k in the door, she finally got a full look at the man.

Eric's expression was calm, giving nothing away. "If she can't even outplay Cassie at her own game, what reason do I have to keep her?"