Chapter b40 /bDon’t Bite Me You Rabid Ex

But Jasper had gone back to being tight–lipped, refusing to exin a thing! It was driving bJack /bbcrazy /blike a cat wing at his insides. He was bso /bcurious he could explode. That meant he ihad /ito get his hands on the public lecture video. He needed to see what Jasper was really up to!

During lunch, Scarlett still chose to eat alone. The reason was simple.

Jack talked way too much, she couldn’t focus properly with all that noise.

“Scarlett.”

Just bas /bshe took her first bite, James sat down across from her with his tray.

She looked up.

The man was all smiles and even passed her the beef from his own te.

“I heard you did great at Skycrest Labs today. The school already posted themendation report.”

“Honestly, I think your Mr. Wayne is quite the schemer.”

“My professor finally saw some hope of poaching you, and then Wayne goes and puts out an officialmendation just to make sure you stay.”

Scarlett let out a softugh. “You do realize that still sounds like apliment to me, right?”

James immediately set down his fork. “Judge me fairly!”

“You’re a little too anxious for this to be casual. Professor Hamilton give you a task or something?”

James’s expression fell instantly.

“He said if I don’t bring you back to do a PhD under him, I shouldn’t bothering back at all.”

Scarlett went quiet. iWell/ii, /iithat’s/i… ipersistent/i.

“Scarlett!”

It was past the usual lunch rush, and the cafeteria was nearly empty.

So when Connor walked in, he immediately saw the two of them sitting together.

He had seen James before, and even investigated him afterward.

The guy really was impressive.

iBut /iihow /iicould /iisomeone /iso iaplished /iibe /iiinterested /iiin /iiScarlett/ii? /i

Something didn’t add up.

He had to admit, Scarlett’s looks and figure were top–tier.

Finished

bIf /bbshe /bbhad /bbused /bsome kind of resource to make a btrade/bb, /bmaybe bshe /bwould throw bherself /bbat /bsomeone blike /bbthat /bbas /bba /bbsecret /bmistressb. /b

Thankfully, the previous investigations showed Scarlett kept to a strict routine between her apartment and bthe /bcampus, with no extra contact with James.

Which meant, maybe the deal hadn’t gone through yet. Or maybe James wasn’t interested.

It was likely that Scarlett just wasn’t ready to give up, still clinging to the idea of taking a shortcut.

That was probably what today’s scene was all about.

Scarlett heard the voice and instinctively turned around-

Only to meet the burning, contemptuous re in his eyes.

She knew him too well.

That look was always the warning sign that Connor was about to blow up.

But, even though they were in the cafeteria, because James was considered a high–profile figure on campus, there were always security guards patrolling wherever he went.

There was no need to worry about safety here.

Connor stormed toward her.

When Scarlett had turned to look at him just now, he had imagined that life after leaving the Joyner family must’ve been tough for her–that she hadn’t managed to climb up, and was probably filled with despair.

He figured she’d look disheveled, worn down from crying.

Even if she wasn’t in total ruin, she’d be a shell of herself.

And if that version of Scarlett suddenly ran up to him, begged for forgiveness, imed she’d only done it to make him jealous-

Tried to win him back-

Maybe, just maybe, he’d give her another chance.

After all, they’d been together for years. He wasn’t ipletely /iheartless.

But as he got closer, he was stunned.

Scarlett’s long hair fell smoothly over her shoulders; herplexion glowed with a natural flush; her obsidian eyes sparkled like polished stone.

She looked even more radiant than before.

Even more striking.

bHe /bbwas /bmomentarily bdazed/b. biWas /i/bthis bireally /i/bbiScarlett/i/b?

Why did she look like someone entirely different from the woman who’d just gone through a breakupb? /b

Instead of falling apartb, /bshe looked like she’de alive.

Out of nowhereb, /bba /bsurge of nameless fury rose in his chestb. /b

biWhy /i/bishould /iihe /iibe /iithe /iione /iifalling /iiapart/i, iwhile /iiScarlett /igot ito /iilive /iiin /iipeace/ii? /i

His anger surged.

He had long lost his sense of reason.

“What, so eager to throw yourself at someone else? After leaving me, you’ve lost even your most basic sense of decency?”

Scarlett went quiet.

“Wow. What a dog. What terrible luck I have today.”

Her face was full of disgust.

She took two steps back, as if afraid the mad dog might bite.

But deep down, there was still a twinge of bitterness.

They had dated for years. Even if things hadn’t gone smoothly-

He had still been someone she’d once depended on emotionally.

She couldn’t believe she had ever been so blind to fall for that.

She felt pathetic, ridiculous, and sad.

A tangled mess of emotions.

“Scarlett, have you lost your mind? Not only do you refuse to apologize–you’re iinsulting /ime?”

Connor had regretted his words the moment they left his mouth; for a brief second, he’d felt a flicker of rity.

But Scarlett’s response reignited his rage and crushed whatever was left of his rationality.

He wanted nothing more than to see Scarlett drop to her knees and beg for forgiveness, pour a hundred drinks in apology.

“I see. You really don’t want toe back to me. Heh, I get it now. You even wore makeup today–guess you’re dressing up for your date, huh? Trying to hide your ws? You think this’ll help you snag someone better? Have you even thought about where youe from?”