WantNovelChapter 367
The display cases on the top floor were far superior to those downstairs. Each antique required
careful preservation - these were true treasures that could be damaged by the slightest
mishandling. Unlike the items below, this floor housed genuine antiques, with glass cases labeled
with each piece's nand history.
Sarah and Zachary spent considerable tbrowsing the top floor before finally purchasing an
antique.
Once outside, Sarah studied him with surprise. "Why are you helping us?"
"I'm not just helping the Sanders family - I'm helping myself," Zachary replied, his eyes dark and
intense.
Sarah didn't press further, assuming it was about business interests.
Though the Wilson and Reynolds families were old friends, Zachary naturally wanted to prevent the
Wilsons from surpassing his family's influence.
After dropping Sarah home, Zachary returned to his own house.
Steven had been distracted all day at St. Ritz, his thoughts consumed by images of Scarlett.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThough he couldn't clearly remember what happened that night at his place, he couldn't forget how captivating
Scarlett had looked in her tipsy state, her expression dreamy and alluring.
"Steven, why are you spacing out?" Zachary asked.
Steven snapped back to reality, placing the chicken soup he was holding in front
of Zachary. "It's nothing. | wasn't thinking about anything."
Zachary gave him a puzzled look - he hadn't even asked what Steven was thinking about!
He had no tto worry about Steven's issues right now. His grim expression reflected his thoughts of Sarah's
cold demeanor. Though she showed less hostility after the Heritage House incident, it was far from what he
wanted.
He left with the chicken soup, while Steven slumped into a chair, drained. He'd been distracted all day - perhaps
he was just too lonely, and after meeting Scarlett, his feelings had spiraled out of control?
This wasn't normal. In all these years, he'd never thought about someone like this, never had someone occupy
his thoughts so completely.
Late that night, Steven went to the bar again to drink away his sorrows.
His friends were all swaying in the dance floor while neon lights spun overhead. After a few drinks, he was
already feeling lightheaded.
"Steven, drinking alone is no fun! Cdance with us!" his friends called out.
Steven poured himself another drink. "No thanks, you guys go ahead."
Soon enough, he passed out in his seat, mumbling Scarlett's nover and over. His friends watched him with
growing concern.
Meanwhile, Scarlett had just finished handling matters at the factory and was driving home. She
had never properly looked after the Lin family business before, never helped shoulder her father's
burdens.
This visit to the factory had finally shown her just how challenging her father's work was.
Exhausted, she was about to unlock her door when someone stopped her.
"Miss Larson, could you wait a moment?" A stranger blocked her path.
Scarlett took a deep breath. The unpleasant memories from that day flashed through her mind, but
seeing no ill intent in the man's eyes, she relaxed slightly. "What is it?"
The man spoke quickly, "Steven's drunk. He keeps saying your name. Could you please ccheck
on him?"
"No!" Scarlett refused, trying to push past him to her door. Just hearing Steven's nfrightened
her now. What happened that day wasn't intentional - she believed neither of them had meant for it
to happen, and he must regret it as much as she did.
But just as she was about to enter, Steven appeared, stumbling. He grabbed her hand. "Scarlett,
don't go!" His face was flushed red, much like Scarlett's had been that night.
He reeked of alcohol. Scarlett pushed him away in disgust. "Steven, what are you doing here?"
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