Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 51: The Unlucky One

Lynn Walsh saw Scarlett Shaw carrying something, assumed she was Julian Ford’s assistant, and didn’t pay much attention. She only said to Julian Ford, "I heard Aunt Pierce is in the hospital. Is it convenient for me to visit her?"

"Whether it’s convenient or not, go ask her. Asking me is useless."

Julian Ford’s words were quite cold.

Lynn Walsh, feeling a bit embarrassed, said, "Haven’t you been taking care of her these past few days? I thought it would be easier to ask you."

Julian Ford showed indifference, "If you even know I’m taking care of her, how could you not know how her condition is?"

Lynn Walsh: "..."

Julian Ford had nothing more to say and turned to leave.

"Julian Ford!"

Lynn Walsh, who was always pampered, took Julian Ford’s attitude as an insult.

Standing in her high heels, her eyes slightly red, she questioned him, "No matter what, I’m genuinely concerned about Aunt Pierce. Isn’t your way of speaking extremely rude?"

"Indeed it is not."

Julian Ford glanced at her calmly without stopping his pace.

Lynn Walsh had never been so rudely dismissed before and, in anger, took off her high heel and threw it at Julian Ford.

Scarlett Shaw, who was following Julian Ford, had walked about five or six meters away. Who could have predicted that this rich lady would resort to throwing things?

The high heel, which was meant for Julian Ford, hit Scarlett Shaw hard on the back of her head because she ran a few steps to catch up with him.

Scarlett Shaw’s mind buzzed, feeling something hard hit her head. She lost her balance, stumbled a couple of steps, and grabbed Julian Ford’s coat to barely stand steady.

Julian Ford turned around and saw the high heel on the ground.

And the unlucky person named Scarlett Shaw rubbing the back of her head.

Julian Ford remained calm, bent down to pick up the high heel, and threw it into the trash can, without once giving Lynn Walsh a proper look.

Lynn Walsh was even angrier, "What are you doing throwing my shoe?!"

"Wasn’t it you who threw it first?" Julian Ford looked at her indifferently, "Trash belongs in the trash pile, especially after injuring my person. I’m letting you off because of your father."

Lynn Walsh’s face flushed red; she was no match for Julian Ford in words. But with no outlet for her anger, she took off the other shoe and threw it at him.

This time Julian Ford was quick.

Easily pulled Scarlett Shaw aside to avoid the attack.

He also casually tossed this high heel into the trash can as well.

The ground was cold and damp in winter; barefoot, Lynn Walsh shivered, and many bystanders looked on as if it were a spectacle, making her feel utterly embarrassed, like a monkey being watched!

However, the innocent bystanders had no such thoughts.

It was just human nature, simply to see the excitement.

As for the innocent victim, Scarlett Shaw had already left with Julian Ford in a taxi.

Back home, Scarlett Shaw let out a long sigh.

Julian Ford, having just taken off his coat, glanced at her, "Speak your mind."

Scarlett Shaw said, "It’s nothing, really. It’s just that, being a rich lady, she really knew how to take action when angry."

Even though Julian Ford, the scoundrel, ultimately had the upper hand.

But compared to her, who only dared to be simply angry, that lady had much more spirit.

Julian Ford squinted slightly, "From your tone, are you regretting that I wasn’t hit?"

Scarlett Shaw dared not say yes.

Feigning a headache, she said, "Mr. Ford, it’s too dangerous to be around you. Can you buy me some insurance?"

Julian Ford: "You’re after fulfilment again?"

Scarlett Shaw: "Not really."

Buying insurance is far more cost-effective than shopping. Life’s assurance package, with critical illness insurance and accident insurance, is a lifetime guarantee for her.

Of course, even though Scarlett Shaw had her plans, Julian Ford ignored them.

"If you had obediently picked out items earlier, you wouldn’t have encountered this Lynn Walsh incident."

He seemed intent on lecturing her.

"You want fulfillment, won’t buy low and sell high, capital appreciation? All those short and long tactics are just armchair strategies? And asking you to choose items was supposed to be your zero-cost investment opportunity, yet you went home empty-handed and got a hit on the head instead."

"..."

Scarlett Shaw: "Can I still regret my decision?"

Julian Ford: "I said, opportunities only come once."

Meaning there was no chance.

Though regretful, Scarlett wasn’t overly so.

It wasn’t hers to begin with; letting it go was also fine, looking ahead was good too.

Scarlett Shaw’s bedroom and bathroom were upstairs. Julian Ford showered first, and Scarlett followed. When she came out, she saw Julian Ford sitting by the bed, his gaze on the photo frame on her bedside.

Upon noticing the movement, Julian Ford turned his head, seeing Scarlett Shaw with damp hair, and said nonchalantly, "If you don’t dry your hair, it might cause a headache."

Scarlett Shaw’s pupils slightly enlarged.

Was this really Julian Ford?

Hell must have frozen over for this man to speak to her with concern.

"The hairdryer is downstairs."

Scarlett Shaw initially only intended to explain that she had used it downstairs a few days ago and forgot to bring it back up. Planning to fetch it herself, she was taken aback when Julian Ford suddenly stood up, went downstairs, and quickly returned, patting the bed, "Come sit."

As soon as Scarlett Shaw sat down, Julian Ford turned on the hairdryer, his well-defined fingers gently running through her hair with care and patience.

After quietly drying her hair, he suddenly asked, "Is the photo of your parents?"

Scarlett Shaw had just put away the hairdryer and was coming out of the bathroom. Hearing the question, she paused her steps and nodded, "Yes."

Julian Ford: "Did you tear it yourself?"

Scarlett Shaw pursed her lips.

The photo in the frame on the bedside table was a family photo of her with Benjamin Shaw and Serena Ford.

But between Scarlett Shaw and Serena Ford on the right, there was a conspicuous tear, clearly repaired after being torn.

Julian Ford, seeing she remained silent, didn’t press further but patted the pillow, signaling her to get into bed.

Scarlett Shaw climbed in and quickly turned off the light.

Previously, sleeping with Julian Ford came only after some casualness, but tonight Julian showed no such interest, merely pulling her into his arms, burying his face gently in the crook of her neck.

This position, from a psychological standpoint, actually denotes a lack of security.

After Benjamin Shaw’s passing, when Scarlett Shaw first moved into the Grant family home, she always held onto something fluffy to sleep soundly at night.

And every time Julian Ford slept next to her, he held her like this.

Scarlett Shaw brought to mind Julian Ford’s wounds from earlier today.

"If the photo was torn, why mend it?" Julian Ford asked softly, lips at her ear.

Scarlett Shaw: "To give myself a false hope."

Julian Ford paused his lips on her earlobe, "Hmm?"