Chapter 177. You Are Really Something

Having left her phone at the apartment and with the remote for the television far out of reach, Scarlett had no way to entertain herself and kill time. All she could do was close her eyes and pretend to sleep so she wouldn’t have to interact with Francis too much.

Because she was weak, Scarlett managed to actually fall asleep amid all the pretense.

When she woke up again, it was four in the morning. Francis was long gone, even as the scent of his cologne hung faintly in the air.

At night, Scarlett felt more emotionally fragile than she had in the past few weeks. Lying in the hospital bed, Scarlett held the quilt that smelled strongly of disinfectant and couldn’t help but cry.

She cried for her ridiculous persistence and for the loss of a good man. She cried, most importantly, because she realized deep down that Francis did not want to forgive her.

She was regretful that she had lost everything she had. She had never expected things to be so good for