As soon as I finished the call with Ćedric, I moved in the club. I couldn't find neither Scarlett nor Jayce. I was about to call Scarlett when I spot him.
"Where is she?"
"She told me she wanted to use restroom. Maybe there. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah."
My voice was as cold as thick sheet is ice. I just was about to knock on the door of restroom when she came out. She looked a little flushed.
"Hey what happened to you Aphrodite?"
"Nothing Sebastian. I am just not feeling so conscious."
As soon as she said it, she fell in my arms.
"Scarlett!" I screamed with terror.
"Bert! Bring the fucking car!" I barked to my driver at phone while I picked her in my arms. She tugged her face in my chest and her face was all wet. It looked like she has been crying.
As soon as Bert brought the car I tucked ourselves in while keeping her on my lap. Her sweet fragrance was soothing my racing heart for sometime. The time we reached home she still hasn't woken up. I kissed her on the forehead and picked her up the bedroom. The doctor was already waiting.
He examined her properly and came back to me.
"Sebastian, she has definitely suffered a trauma. Either a past traumatic incident hit her so hard that she cried out and blacked out or something might have happened that triggered her emotions so high leading her to get unconscious."
What the fuck might have happened to her.
"When she will open her eyes ?"
"I am afraid it will take a day or two but she will be fine soon." He assured me.
"Doctor"
"Yes"
"Before you go, put your hands in bleach for around an hour in the lobby because you touched my wife. Even though important."
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Stringed by Hate
Roman d'amourSCARLET MACKENZIE He was my death. Ruthless. Arrogant. Death. The more I saw him, the more I felt intimidating . He was the structure of Greek God with the heart of Satan. I highly doubt if he had heart. This was my husband. SEBESTIAN CAMERON. The...
