Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 96: Third Time’s the Charm

Aaron Carson: "But it’s not like I’m lecturing you, confessions should be timed right. You need to sense that the other person might have feelings for you before you send out signals. It’s best to let the other person take the initiative. If they’re not taking the initiative, that means they’re not interested, otherwise you’re just wasting your time, got it."

Scarlett Shaw looked at him quietly, "Not learning from you is truly my loss."

Aaron Carson candidly replied, "Remember for next time."

Scarlett Shaw nodded, "Alright, then go to Julian Ford’s room and help me get my bag."

"Sure."

"Hurry up then."

As Scarlett Shaw finished her sentence, Aaron Carson realized he had fallen for her trick again.

Scarlett Shaw, sensing she had pushed him enough, quickly pleaded, "Please."

At that moment, her eyes were still red, her nose was red too, and if you looked closely, there were faint bite marks and kiss marks on certain spots, making her look extremely pitiable.

Aaron Carson’s expression didn’t change, but inside he was shocked, and suddenly thought how excessive it was that the boss kissed her and just threw her out like that.

He glanced at Scarlett Shaw, nodded, stepped into the hotel, took the elevator to Julian Ford’s room, and knocked on the door.

Julian Ford had just finished a call with Josiah Sutton.

When he opened the door and saw Aaron Carson, something seemed to cross his mind, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Aaron Carson suddenly felt a cloud of gloom hanging over him, with a sense that no matter what he said, it would be wrong.

But ultimately, his conscience won out and he said, "President Ford, Scarlett Shaw said her bag was left in your room, so I came to help her get it."

Julian Ford: "Last time it was a phone you came to get, and now it’s a bag. Who are you to her?"

Julian Ford’s words were plain and indifferent, without a trace of oddity.

But Aaron Carson was feeling guilty inside.

How could he not feel nervous?

So he resorted to a strategy of making Scarlett Shaw seem pitiable, cautiously saying:

"Scarlett Shaw’s phone and wallet are both in the bag. She’s standing in the cold wind by the street, freezing and sniffling, looking quite pitiful."

Aaron Carson paused, observing Julian Ford’s expression, and continued to exaggerate the story:

"If it gets any later, small snow might start falling. There are fewer and fewer cars on the road now, and public transport has stopped. Letting her just stand there isn’t a good solution."

Julian Ford showed no reaction, looking at him indifferently, "Feeling sorry?"

Aaron Carson: "..."

Why did every sentence from President Ford today feel like a trick question?

He hadn’t provoked the boss lately either.

Aaron Carson was uneasy, not knowing how to proceed, and couldn’t figure out what Julian Ford was thinking.

After all, Scarlett Shaw looked genuinely aggrieved, but the boss’s words were full of sarcasm. What did it all mean?

"Go back."

Julian Ford said.

Aaron Carson was stunned, "Go back?"

Julian Ford: "What, does she want to be a little match girl freezing to death on the street, and you want to be buried with her?"

"..."

The tension in those words was palpable.

Aaron Carson felt as if he was about to be blown to pieces by Julian Ford’s unpredictable anger.

The mission to retrieve the bag failed, and Aaron Carson was still worried about Scarlett Shaw.

He was about to go back downstairs and take her to her own hotel, thinking he would deal with the issue of the bag tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, as the elevator doors opened, Julian Ford came out from another elevator, striding with long legs, his expression cold and severe.

In his hand, he was carrying none other than Scarlett Shaw’s bag.

Aaron Carson pulled back the foot he had stuck out of the elevator and silently pressed the button for his own floor, wisely deciding not to follow further and get involved.

As Julian Ford walked out of the hotel’s revolving door, the cold wind hit him, chilling to the bone. His brow involuntarily knitted together, and the agitation in his heart since Scarlett Shaw left didn’t dissipate with the cold air—instead, it grew even stronger.

He looked up towards the street.

His indifferent gaze was tinged with dark meaning when he saw Scarlett Shaw standing with Jasper Spencer.

Scarlett Shaw was waiting by the street for Aaron Carson and didn’t notice when Jasper Spencer approached.

Embarrassingly, her mind was still replaying what Julian Ford had said in the room earlier.

He said that her affection wasn’t that important to him.

Falling in love was her own business.

Every word, every syllable, every frame of his indifferent, detached expression turned into countless tiny needles piercing her heart.

Pain is the best teacher for remembering lessons.

Scarlett Shaw forced herself to remember the unpleasantness, to memorize the pain, and to forget a certain someone.

When Jasper Spencer walked up to Scarlett Shaw, her tear-streaked face had dried, but her eyes were still red, clearly showing she had been crying.

Scarlett Shaw sensed someone approaching and looked up, meeting Jasper Spencer’s complicated expression.

She paused, "What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by."

Jasper Spencer glanced at the hotel but, of course, couldn’t tell her that he’d been following her and Julian Ford all day, taking numerous photos of the two.

But in those photos, Scarlett Shaw and Julian Ford maintained a certain distance.

Only the photographer, Jasper Spencer, could detect the subtle, ambiguous tension in that distance.

Jasper Spencer put his hands in his pockets, casually asking, "Why are you here in the cold alone?"

Scarlett Shaw: "I lost my bag, and I don’t have money for a taxi."

Aaron Carson had gone up for quite some time, and still hadn’t come back, indicating he had probably been refused by Julian Ford.

Scarlett Shaw felt both angry and sad.

Julian Ford truly seemed like the epitome of taking an inch and demanding a mile, insensitive to others’ feelings.

If he had no feelings for her, fine, but keeping her bag was unreasonable—was she supposed to beg for her own belongings, begging in a lowly manner?

Earlier that evening, Jasper Spencer had seen Julian Ford and Scarlett Shaw enter the hotel together.

Now Julian Ford was nowhere to be seen.

Scarlett Shaw stood outside all alone, looking pitiful.

Feeling something wasn’t right, he kindly offered, "I’ll take you back."

Scarlett Shaw didn’t hesitate and nodded, "Thank you."

Jasper Spencer’s car was parked by the roadside. As they walked over together, Jasper Spencer opened the car door. Scarlett Shaw bent slightly to get in, but just then, Jasper Spencer’s expression changed a bit.

She followed his gaze and saw Julian Ford approaching steadily with her bag.

Scarlett Shaw almost instantly sat in the car.

Just as she was about to close the door, Julian Ford arrived, his fingers holding the edge of the door. He looked down at her, "Get out."

Scarlett Shaw remained steadfast, ignoring him.

Julian Ford: "Get out of the car, Scarlett Shaw."

Jasper Spencer stood tall between them, for once seriously saying to Julian Ford, "A gentleman doesn’t force others. Scarlett Shaw doesn’t want to talk to you, let her go."

"A gentleman?"

Julian Ford let out a cold laugh.

"You followed her and me all afternoon, and you have the nerve to say the word ’gentleman’?"

Jasper Spencer’s face changed, "You already noticed and pretended not to know?"

"Zoe Sutton asked you about me. Hard to guess?" Julian Ford sneered, "You better not have done anything unnecessary, or you’ll face the consequences."

Jasper Spencer said nothing.

His complexion turned pale, also from the cold.

Julian Ford couldn’t be bothered to deal with him any further as his deep gaze returned to Scarlett Shaw’s face, saying calmly, "You’ve gotten into his car twice in front of me. Now it’s the third time, Scarlett. Things can only happen thrice. Get out, take back your bag, and I’ll take you back."