“Let her act as high and mighty as she wants for the time being,” Jonah said.
“We’ll see if she’s still singing the same tune once the SATs are over!” Scarlett returned to the dorm to pack her clothes and books.
After she was done, she exited the school, dragging her luggage behind her.
She bought a few popsicles at the school entrance before heading toward the luxury car that was idling beside the sidewalk.
Percy had his arms crossed over his chest.
When he laid his eyes on her, he whipped his head away, his lips jutting out in a pout.
“I got hurt because of what happened today, but I don’t see you caring about my well-being at all.” Scarlett bit into her popsicle.
As she looked at the back of his head, which was as round as a ball, she couldn’t help but feel that he was acting rather cute at that moment.
She tossed two popsicles at him.
She grinned and said, “One for you to eat and one for you to ice your injuries.” She then tossed another popsicle to the driver.
“It’s really hot today.
You should eat it before we leave.” “Thank you, Ms.
Quinn,” the driver said gratefully.
Percy smirked as he tore the popsicle wrapper and started eating it.
He boasted, “Wasn’t I super cool today?
Those bastards were no match for me.
They were crying on the ground after I gave them a good beatdown!
“And that former benefactor of yours—I had no idea he was a martial artist.
It’s too bad that his opponent was me.
It only took me a few strikes before I broke his hand.” “Good job,” Scarlett replied, giving him her fair evaluation.
“That’s quite impressive.” She knew that Jonah was a martial artist and had a black belt in taekwondo.
Most would be no match for him when it came to fighting.
Unfortunately, he had faced off against Percy.
He must have assumed that Percy would be weaker than him, having no idea that Percy grew up in less than ordinary circumstances.
Even his caretaker was highly skilled when it came to fighting.
There was no way that he didn’t possess even a lick of experience when it came to martial arts.
It was Jonah’s own fault for being so heavily injured.
Percy had taken revenge on him on her behalf.
“Give me your hand.” “What for?” Despite his question, Percy still extended his injured hand toward Scarlett.
Other than a few cuts, there was also some swelling.
Using the popsicle as a makeshift ice pack, Scarlett ran it over his hand, soothing the swelling.
Percy looked like he was enjoying himself as his eyelids drooped.
He watched Scarlett work as he continued eating his popsicle.
He had already thought that Scarlett was a beauty since the first time he laid eyes on her.
However, he was slowly realizing that the more he gazed at her, the prettier she became—especially when she wasn’t wearing her usual indifferent expression.
He could see the gentleness in the lines on her face, and he thought it should be illegal for someone to be as beautiful as she was.
There also seemed to be a near-indistinguishable air of elegance surrounding her that didn’t seem to be a product of etiquette training.
Instead, she seemed to have been born with it.
Scarlett suddenly lifted her eyes to look at him.
Her dark but clear eyes were like two obsidian pools on her pale and flawless face.
Percy was stunned for a moment before his face flushed.
“W-what… what are you looking at me for?” he stuttered.
“Aren’t you the one who’s staring at me?” Scarlett countered in a calm voice.
“The swelling on your bruise isn’t going down.
Can I use acupuncture on you?” He answered “okay” before his mind fully registered what he was agreeing to.
Scarlett retrieved her acupuncture tool kit from her bag.
She had only pulled out the first needle when Percy yelped in surprise and retracted his hand swiftly.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“Reducing the swelling with acupuncture,” Scarlett answered.
“You’ll have to pay me for my service.
I’ll help you get rid of the swelling before we reach home, so Xavier won’t be able to tell.
As for the payment, just give me whatever you think is suitable.” Scarlett had learned her lesson after having her services continuously taken advantage of by the Quinns.
She knew now that she should ask for payment no matter who she was administering treatment to.
Disbelief was written all over Percy’s face when he extended his hand once more.
The swelling on his hand was quite severe.
What on earth could she do to reduce it so it would be inconspicuous before they got home?
“Ms.
Quinn, I have to pick up Mr.
Stroud from the private airport.
He’ll be joining the two of you in the car in the next 20 minutes.” Scarlett nodded.
“Understood.” 20 minutes would be enough time to reduce the swelling on Percy’s hand.
However, she couldn’t have predicted that Xavier would join them sooner than expected.
The backseat door was pulled open when the driver stopped the car at the side of the road.
Xavier stood there, watching as she held Percy’s hand and removed the needles from his flesh.