Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 102: A Clear Conscience Fears No Gossip

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: A Clear Conscience Fears No Gossip

Even though at the deepest level Scarlett Shaw still sort of wanted it, after so many days of cooling off, it wasn’t that easy for her to lose her head over desire anymore.

She stayed put and said, "I came with Manager Miller today, I need to go find her."

Julian Ford: "Where is she now?"

Scarlett didn’t immediately get why he was asking, so she answered truthfully, "Still in the checkup."

Julian nodded upon hearing that, "I’ll wait with you."

Scarlett: "..."

She was speechless, eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at him.

Her almond eyes all rounded, looking just like a shocked cartoon cat meme.

"President Ford, isn’t it a bit inconvenient for you to wait with me?" Scarlett said.

Julian looked at her calmly. "You and I are clean as a whistle now, with no loose ends. What’s inconvenient about it?"

Scarlett thought, yeah, that’s because you don’t like me, but I’m still having feelings for you.

If I lose control again and say the wrong thing, wouldn’t I just be waiting to get humiliated by you?

"Lead the way."

Julian spoke succinctly.

Scarlett walked downstairs reluctantly, the man behind her following unhurriedly, his presence hovering just out of reach but tugging at her heartstrings. Scarlett was both moved and annoyed.

Skyler Miller had just come out of the ultrasound room when she saw Julian Ford and Scarlett Shaw standing in the hallway not far away.

The former stood tall and elegant, broad-shouldered and dignified, his gaze lowered slightly, a subtle warmth hidden in his cool exterior, his eyes obviously fixed on Scarlett.

Scarlett’s lips were moving nonstop as if she was talking about something.

Her clean and pretty little face didn’t show even a hint of the fear she used to claim she felt around Julian Ford.

Skyler felt a strange feeling flash through her heart.

If she didn’t know Scarlett and Julian Ford were just boss and subordinate, just looking at them now, anyone might easily think they were a great-looking, well-matched couple with a super sweet relationship.

At this thought, Skyler hurriedly stopped herself. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

This kind of idea was definitely dangerous. How could Scarlett have so much couple-chemistry with President Ford?

It wasn’t even about status or whether they were a good match, just—Scarlett was already dating Aaron Carson, so thinking this way really wasn’t very moral of her.

Scarlett turned her head and noticed Skyler, immediately smiled, and walked over to her.

Julian followed close behind.

It honestly looked just like a boyfriend trailing after his girlfriend.

The more Skyler looked, the better they seemed to match.

The more she compared, the more she felt—even hypothetically—Aaron Carson didn’t quite measure up to Julian Ford.

Scarlett had no idea just how wild her dear friend’s internal monologue was getting.

All she wanted was to shake Julian off.

So she hurriedly said, "Skyler, you drove here today, right? Could you give me a lift later?"

Skyler: "Sure."

She’d just finished saying that when Julian suddenly glanced at her and said calmly, "Scarlett’s going with me. Since you drove, you can go ahead on your own."

Skyler: "Oh, okay."

Scarlett: "..."

Skyler, turns out you’re a fairweather friend too!

What happened to giving her a ride?

Of course, even more shocking than Skyler’s instant flip and speedy departure was that Julian Ford so brazenly left her alone with him.

Scarlett: "Julian Ford, you’re going to make things complicated for me like this."

Julian: "What kind of complicated?"

Scarlett: "I don’t have any reason to be alone with you, and you just broke off your engagement. If someone with bad intentions saw us, even jumping into the Ashen River wouldn’t clear my name."

"A straight back casts no crooked shadow," Julian said. "What are you afraid of?"

Of course I’m afraid of my own back being less than straight.

And besides, Julian Ford has like negative trustworthiness. Who knows what weird thing he’ll do on a whim?

"Let’s go."

Julian slipped one hand into his coat pocket, glanced at her, and started walking toward the hospital entrance.

Scarlett asked, "Where to?"

Julian checked his watch, "Dinner."

Scarlett: "Just dinner?"

Julian raised an eyebrow, barely noticeable. "If you want to do something else, I don’t mind."

This damn man, just broke off his engagement and already thinking about who-knows-what.

Scarlett’s ears grew hot. She shot him a dirty look and said, "Julian, I’ll never let myself get wrapped up with you again. Don’t even think about it."

"I wasn’t thinking about it."

Julian looked down at her, face unreadable.

"But you—you can’t seem to stop bringing it up. Looks like you’re the one thinking about it more than me."

"..."

Scarlett had, in fact, thought about it in a moment of weakness.

But even if she did, she only did so secretly—never saying a word and definitely not acting on it.

So what if she sometimes fantasized about her crush? It’s a free country.

The winter was cold. Even though it was a sunny day, by the time Scarlett and Julian walked out of the hospital, the biting wind still made her shiver to the core. She exhaled a white cloud and rubbed her hands together, and right then, Julian took off his scarf and casually draped it over her shoulders.

"Put it on yourself."

His voice was as cold as the wind.

But Scarlett’s heart warmed in an instant.

If she really wanted nothing to do with Julian Ford, what she should do now was coolly throw the scarf back at him and arrogantly declare she didn’t want it anyway.

But the problem was, her damned hands wouldn’t cooperate.

Not only did she not toss the scarf away, she even wrapped it around her neck in earnest.

Julian caught her action out of the corner of his eye and, walking, said, "If it’s about not mistreating yourself, you really do score full marks."

Scarlett: "..."

The scarf was obviously given by this man, but when he said it, it sounded like she’d gone to all lengths to snatch it off him.

The tiny warmth that had just bloomed in Scarlett’s heart was snuffed out by his sarcastic jab.

She gripped the scarf around her neck and said on purpose, "Of course. Since you gave me your scarf, don’t ask for it back—you can freeze for all I care."

Julian: "Are you sure you want me to freeze, and not that you just want the scarf for yourself?"

Scarlett: "I’m sure."

Who can’t do tough talk?

They walked to the car. Julian opened the door but saw that Scarlett was still standing stubbornly in place, so he asked, "What, you want to change your name to Lord Zhuge and make me invite you three times before you’ll get in?"

Scarlett was caught off guard by his rare teasing expression, and shot back, "Well, once Mr. Gable left the mountains, he gave everything for Barry Lynch—even unto death. I’m definitely not going that far for you."

"Glad to hear it."

Julian came closer and opened the passenger door for her himself. In its way, a personal invitation.

With the steps laid out for her, Scarlett sensibly stopped playing hard to get and ducked into the car.

As for Julian’s "dinner," it really was just dinner—and nothing else.

The man picked a classy and quiet restaurant—high-end, not too many people. After heading inside, he got a window seat, pulled her chair out like a gentleman, and once she’d sat and removed her coat and scarf, he naturally took them and handed them to the waiter to store.

When ordering, Julian glanced at the menu and said a few dish names.

All things Scarlett liked to eat.

Julian asked, "Anything else you want?"

Scarlett took a sip of hot tea, her heartstrings fluttering before she even realized it. "No, everything you ordered just now—I like it all."

Julian gave her a thoughtful look before handing the menu back to the waiter.