Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 135: Completely Meaningless

When Irene Hawthorne and Julian Ford stood up to applaud, Julian suddenly glanced toward the back of the theater.

Irene: "What is it, someone you know?"

Julian looked at the dense crowd and replied calmly, "No."

The two quickly followed the crowd out of the theater.

The street was also bustling with people, the lights bright and lively.

Julian’s car was parked in a lot across the street. While waiting at the crosswalk with Irene, he inadvertently turned his head and saw Scarlett Shaw standing not too far away.

The distance was only a few steps, close enough for her to quickly notice his gaze and turn her head, meeting his eyes.

From Scarlett’s eyes, calm as water, Julian read the realization that she had spotted him long ago.

The two of them looked at each other, neither willing to withdraw their gaze first.

Beside him, Irene noticed that they knew each other and was about to ask, but Scarlett was quicker, offering a polite, faint smile: "President Ford."

Julian furrowed his brows slightly.

At that moment, the cab Scarlett had called for pulled up in front of her. She easily shifted her gaze from him, got into the car smoothly, maintaining an air of propriety, as if she and he truly were just a regular superior and subordinate.

The taxi sped away, exhaust fumes lingering in its wake.

The traffic light shifted from red to green, then back to red.

Julian remained in place, standing tall, silently watching the car carrying Scarlett disappear into the distance.

"Aren’t you going to explain to your girlfriend?"

It was only a brief moment, but it was enough for the perceptive Irene to notice the tension between the two.

After all, the man in front of her changed his entire demeanor upon seeing that woman, not to mention the softness in his eyes.

Julian glanced at Irene without saying a word.

"Julian Ford, you won’t end up like me in the end, will you?"

Irene said with a hint of schadenfreude.

Julian replied calmly: "Don’t try to drag others down just because you’re unwilling yourself. I’m not like you, wasting time and energy on things that are already settled."

Irene: "..."

Julian Ford might easily evoke a transient fascination in a woman, especially when she doesn’t understand him well; his appearance, status, all external halos, are fatally attractive to any woman.

However, to be in a long relationship with such a person is by no means a happy affair.

Not to mention winning his heart.

But now, it seemed someone indeed had.

Irene recalled the appearance of the woman just now—pretty, clean, with clear almond eyes—quite an outstanding exterior condition.

But beauty, in their circle, is the most common thing.

"I drove myself here, you don’t need to see me off. Goodbye."

She always had the admirable trait of promoting others’ happiness, waved her hand, and left directly.

Just that, the act of running in a melodramatic cat-and-mouse chase was apparently not something Julian Ford would partake in.

And this was something Scarlett understood very well, having just gotten out of the taxi and returned home alone.

She didn’t know whether to name herself unlucky or a glutton for punishment.

What she liked, this version of him in its entirety, would always be someone who could hurt others; she had long understood this point. Yet she fell deeper and deeper, trying hard to stay sober, only to become more and more consumed by his every move.

When the doorbell rang, Scarlett had just finished a shower and stepped out of the bathroom, her hair half wet and dripping.

Seeing from the peephole that it was Julian, she opened the door, met his dark eyes, and said nonchalantly, "Why are you here?"

"Stop pretending nothing happened with me." Julian shut the door behind him with a reverse hand, looking at her calmly, "Irene is..."

"She’s someone your family arranged for you to meet, considering family interests, you must attend."

Scarlett cut him off, her almond eyes slightly curved, with a hint of a smile.

"Julian Ford, you don’t need to explain to me, I understand your difficulties."

Scarlett’s smile, in front of him, had always been gentle and without aggression.

Yet at this moment, her considerate, forgiving demeanor appeared somewhat glaring to Julian.

He furrowed his brow, "Since you understand, why are you upset? Acting like strangers on the street, is that your way of showing magnanimity?"

Scarlett still smiled, "Then what am I supposed to say, Julian Ford? To randomly declare my ownership when I happen upon my boyfriend on a date with another woman at the theater? That kind of scene is not amusing at all."

"Scarlett."

Julian’s tone grew colder.

His brows furrowed deeper.

"You don’t need to use this tone and attitude to speak to me. It achieves nothing except eroding the feelings between us. Besides, I didn’t do anything inappropriate with Irene. Do you not even trust me at all on that?"

"Of course, I trust you,"

Scarlett replied casually.

She then turned to find the hairdryer, but when she plugged it in, Julian’s hand reached over, firmly and insistently, "I’ll dry it for you."

"No need, Julian Ford, I’m a bit tired today. If you don’t have anything else, you should leave. I want to be alone."

As she uttered this, Scarlett almost instinctively brushed his hand aside.

She still smiled, but her eyes carried a clear coolness.

This version of Scarlett had never appeared in Julian’s memories.

In front of him, she had been angry, had cried, had even teased him sarcastically but had never, like now, smiled with cold eyes beneath.

Julian’s outstretched hand hovered awkwardly in mid-air for a few seconds.

Finally, he gave her a long look, withdrew his hand, and put some distance between them.

When it came to maintaining distance and indifference, though Scarlett tried to stay composed, she couldn’t compare to someone like Julian, who was innately rational.

At this moment, the man merely watched her quietly, his gaze almost penetrating, as though the next second would see her collapsing, hysterical.

Scarlett tightened her breath, self-protectively lowering her gaze, keeping Julian from seeing the emotions in her eyes.

This behavior, however, was like hiding one’s head in the sand to Julian.

He spoke with a cool detachment:

"Since you’re not angry, then talk properly. I don’t have time nor interest in playing this guessing game. Scarlett, you should understand yourself that this behavior is meaningless, nor is it in line with your character."