Chapter 4

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but when I woke up again, Scarlett had returned.

She touched my forehead, frowning. "You have a fever. Why didn't you take medicine?"

I was still a bit dazed. She had already put the pill into my mouth.

"Drink water."

Seeing me swallow the medicine, she said impatiently:

"Don't think these little tricks will make me pity you."

"Julian has always been weak since childhood and has a gentle nature. Don't bully him in the future just because you're my boyfriend."

I opened my mouth, my throat aching as if I'd swallowed razor blades: "I didn't."

"He stepped on my hand first."

Scarlett stood up abruptly: "Don't lie, Julian isn't that kind of person."

"Leo, you really disappoint me."

She left the room without hesitation. I gave a bitter smile.

From beginning to end, she only had Julian in her heart.

Why should I bother to explain?

But soon, not only did my fever not subside, but my body started itching again.

Blood had already soaked through my pajamas. I rolled up my sleeve and saw deep scratch marks all over my arm.

I knew something was wrong and quickly forced myself to take a taxi to the hospital.

As soon as I entered the emergency room, my vision went black, and I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was in a hospital room.

The doctor checked my medical records and asked me why I hadn't taken medicine despite such a high fever.

He also said that I was lucky to have come in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

I pulled out a pill from my bag—the one Scarlett had left on the table.

The doctor examined it, frowning. "We'll need to test it to know what's in here."

"But I'm sure this is definitely not fever medicine."

He continued, "I suspect your allergic symptoms got worse, not better, quite possibly because of this pill."

My heart sank sharply. Was Scarlett trying to kill me?

For Julian, she could really go to such lengths.

In the hallway, Mark's loud, boisterous voice drifted in: "99 times, Scarlett, my plan was solid, right?"

When Scarlett entered the room, she clearly motioned for him to shut up.

The doctor had already left with the pill. At my request, he promised to keep this a secret.

I pretended to be just waking up from sleep.

Scarlett looked a bit guilty, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

"Why didn't you call me when you came to the hospital? Are you feeling better now?"

I turned my head away and said coldly, "I'm fine."

Scarlett looked a bit awkward. After a moment, she asked again, "Why is the house so messy?"

"Too much stuff, I was thinking of cleaning up."

Mark cleared his throat, subtly gesturing towards my phone.

Scarlett asked again, "Did you see the messages in the group chat earlier?"

I immediately realized she was asking about the messages sent to the wrong group.

I tiredly shook my head, turning away. "No, I didn't have time to look."

"It's not allergies; it's just a fever from falling into the water. If there's any group activity, you can go yourself."

"I want to rest for a few days."

In the reflection of the glass, I clearly saw Mark let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

Scarlett kicked him, then stood up and said, "Alright, nothing much. You get some good rest."

"I'll just make a quick appearance and come back to be with you. Don't be afraid."

Afraid?

Scarlett, right now, you're what I'm most afraid of.

Your bottomless scheming, your superb acting.

Tears soaked the pillow. Scarlett suddenly returned.

She reached out to touch my face, running her hand through my hair.

"Crying? Don't want me to leave?"

Her voice softened: "I'm just going to return the suit, I'll be back soon."

"Don't worry, I won't ever leave you."

So that's it. She came back just to ask where the suit was.

She wanted to quickly destroy the evidence, burying those deadly jokes in the dark.

Watching her hurried departure after getting her answer.

I sat up and wiped away my tears.

Scarlett, but I don't want you anymore.

There's one last time.

I'll play a "joke" on you.

How about it?