Chapter 7 I Want You
Scarlett clutched the contract, her mind elsewhere.
Why was Ambrose's bodyguard here?
Had he caught on to something?
She approached the doorway and looked at Chase, feeling uneasy, and then heard Chase speak.
"Ms. Mellon, Mr. Boleyn would like to see you upstairs."
Scarlett froze for a moment before asking, "Is there a problem?"
"Mr. Boleyn didn't say," Chase replied, tight-lipped as usual, merely gesturing toward the elevator.
Scarlett had no choice but to go along with it. After all, Yara was still with him, and he held all the power in this situation.
Upstairs, she entered the luxurious presidential suite. Yara wasn't there—only a man dressed in black standing by the window with his back to her. It was Ambrose.
The scene from the other night flashed through her mind. Scarlett's palm grew sweaty against her purse strap, but she steadied her voice.
"Mr. Boleyn, I'm here to pick up Yara."
Ambrose turned around. Even from across the room, Scarlett could feel the predatory intensity in his eyes.
"So you're using Yara to manipulate me?" Ambrose's voice was chillingly emotionless, but Scarlett's heart hammered in her chest.
What did he mean?
"You misunderstand, Mr. Boleyn. Yara just wanted candy from you."
Ambrose narrowed his eyes, his words suddenly sharp as a blade. "So you used your daughter as a pawn to pressure Aiden into signing that contract through me?"
Scarlett stiffened, momentarily stunned. How did he know?
When they'd entered the Four Seasons Hotel, Yara had spotted Ambrose and started asking about candy. Later, in Aiden's room, he'd insisted on drinks. While Briar was on the phone gathering information, she'd suddenly had the idea to use Ambrose's candy promise to intimidate Aiden.
She'd asked Ambrose for candy in front of Aiden specifically to show their connection—only then would Aiden back off and sign the contract.
"Mr. Boleyn, I don't understand what you're saying." She stubbornly refused to admit it.
"Playing dumb with me?" He gave her a sideways glance while fidgeting with his ring.
Scarlett watched him approach, growing increasingly nervous. How had Ambrose figured it out? Just from Yara asking for candy, he'd seen right through her plan.
What kind of terrifying man was he?
If she'd known he was this perceptive, she never would have attempted it. What could she do now?
"Yara really did want candy..." She bit her lip, trying to salvage something.
"But you used my name for your benefit. That's also true." His gaze was dark and intimidating.
For a moment, she panicked. Ambrose had already seen through her intentions—what was the point in arguing?
Denial clearly wasn't the best approach. She steeled herself and decided to come clean.
"I'm sorry. I asked for candy on Yara's behalf and unintentionally offended you."
Might as well see what Ambrose wanted.
She'd secured her divorce leverage; surely there would be a price to pay.
Whatever that price was, it couldn't be worse than Aiden's advances, could it?
Ambrose suddenly stepped forward. Each step felt like a stomp on her heart, threatening to bring her world crashing down.
But thankfully, he stopped at the bar.
The presidential suite was fully equipped. He paused by the bar and poured himself a glass of champagne. As the aroma filled the room, Scarlett's nerves settled slightly.
"This isn't the first time you've offended me, is it?" Ambrose suddenly turned to face her.
Scarlett met Ambrose's cryptic gaze, alarm bells ringing in her head. She'd only offended him that time at the bar. At the banquet, she'd merely rejected him—that hardly counted as an offense, did it?
But she couldn't argue with him now. Men with money and power were always right. She could only ask, "What would it take for you to forgive me, Mr. Boleyn?"
Ambrose held his glass, his expression unreadable. "Do you know what happens to people who cross me?"
Scarlett's heart skipped a beat as she clenched her hands. What would happen?
Ambrose leaned casually against the bar, unhurriedly sipping his drink while keeping his eyes fixed on her.
Meeting his gaze, Scarlett's anxiety peaked. After contemplating for a moment, she finally spoke.
"Just tell me what you want me to do, Mr. Boleyn."
"What if I want you?" He suddenly asked, his eyes like a hunter stalking prey.
She'd suspected this when she entered, but hearing it still shocked her. He knew she was married, yet he persisted?
"I'm a married woman. That wouldn't be good for your reputation, Mr. Boleyn." She found a diplomatic excuse.
Ambrose's expression cooled.
Just then, her phone rang in her purse, snapping her back to reality. She reached in and pulled it out—Briar was calling. She answered.
"Scarlett, Yara's having an allergic reaction." Briar's urgent voice came through.
Yara had a history of allergies that could lead to suffocation if not treated promptly. Scarlett gripped her phone tightly and instinctively turned toward the door. "What did she eat?"
After two steps, she stopped and turned back to Ambrose, telling Briar, "I'll be right there."
She hung up. "Mr. Boleyn, Yara's having an allergic reaction. I need to check on her—it could be life-threatening if not treated immediately."
Ambrose paused, then set down his glass two seconds later and strode toward the door. Scarlett followed him to Yara's room, where they found her lying on the couch, her face covered in red spots.
"Yara!" Scarlett rushed over and embraced her daughter.
"Mommy, it's so itchy." Tears clung to the corners of Yara's eyes; she'd clearly been crying.
After some questioning, Scarlett determined that Yara had eaten a mango-flavored lollipop. Yara was allergic to mangoes, so they needed to get to a hospital right away.
Ambrose instructed Chase to drive them to the hospital, where Yara received an anti-allergy shot that gradually controlled her reaction.
By the time everything was settled, it was already ten o'clock at night.
Scarlett carried the sleeping Yara out of the hospital with Briar, preparing to call a taxi when a Bentley pulled up in front of them. The window rolled down to reveal Chase's face.
"Ms. Mellon, let me take you home."
Seeing this, Scarlett didn't dare refuse. She and Briar got into the car, gave their address, and the vehicle pulled away from the hospital.
The car ride was silent—uncomfortably so for Briar, who tried to make conversation by asking if Scarlett had gotten the contract signed. When Scarlett nodded, Briar exclaimed happily, "Finally, you can leave that cheating bastard."
Scarlett didn't want to discuss this in front of strangers and signaled with her eyes, "We'll talk at home."
Briar fell silent.
After dropping off Scarlett and the others, Chase reported what he'd overheard to Ambrose, who remained silent on the other end.
Not understanding Ambrose's thoughts, Chase still asked, "Do you want me to interfere with this contract?"