Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 853

Nicholas was still riding high on his good mood when his phone buzzed. It was Richard.

No one really knew what Richard was up to these days—he hadn’t kept in touch with any of them lately. But that wasn’t unusual. The Warren family was tied up with the government, and sometimes Richard’s whereabouts were so hush-hush he couldn’t tell anyone.

Feeling extra cheerful, Nicholas answered with a grin in his voice.

“Well, look who finally remembered my number. What’s up, superstar? You calling to drag me out for drinks?”

Richard sat in his car for a moment, thinking. Then he just asked, “How’s it going with you and Scarlette?”

Nicholas practically beamed through the phone. “Couldn’t be better! She was so sweet last night—kissed me first, brought me water. Stuff I used to dream about, honestly. Colin, I think I want to marry her. I’ve even worked out how I’ll tell my parents, how I’ll tell the Greenard family—whatever it takes, as long as she’s in.”

“She brought you water? So you just slept in all day?”

Nicholas didn’t catch anything weird in the question. He just laughed, still relaxed. “Yeah, what about it? We were both exhausted. I’ve been working late for ages, barely sleeping. Anyway, what’s with the sudden phone call? You never call unless it’s serious.”

Richard rubbed his temples, thinking Nicholas was the kind of guy who’d help someone count money even if he was the one being sold.

“Nicholas, maybe you should get your IQ checked at the hospital.”

With that, Richard hung up.

Nicholas stared at his phone, frowning, totally baffled by Richard’s out-of-nowhere comment.

He set the phone aside and tried to replay everything from last night, but nothing seemed off. Scarlette had just been extra gentle, that was all.

Couldn’t she just have made up her mind to be with him for real this time?

He shook it off and decided to wait for her to come back.

About an hour later, Scarlette returned, carrying afternoon tea.

Nicholas felt a little awkward—afternoon tea wasn’t exactly his thing—but since she’d brought it, he tried a couple bites anyway, then started trailing after her.

“When did you leave? How long were you gone? And what’s got you so busy lately? Didn’t I say you need to answer every single one of my calls? Scarlette, come on, why are you ignoring me? You were so sweet to me last night!”

Scarlette scooped up some cake and popped it into his mouth, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “Is it sweet?”

Scarlette finally relaxed. She grabbed her contract from her study, but before leaving, she shot him one more warning.

“Stay home and don’t cause any trouble, okay?”

But Nicholas wasn’t about to just sit around. As soon as she left, he followed, trailing her by car.

Richard’s words had planted a seed of doubt in his mind.

He watched her car pull up at an office building, where a senior staff member came out to greet her.

Nicholas parked a little ways off and waited, not going any closer. He stayed there for an hour.

Eventually, Scarlette came out, walking with the same company staff member as before.