To earn money, Whitaker Scarlett couldn’t reveal Parker Jace’s intentions.
She had previously called those beautiful female salespeople “decorative vases,” but now she understood. It was all for survival; everyone had their struggles!
“Scarlett, could you come earlier the day after tomorrow? My friend got two movie tickets, and I was hoping…”
“I’m sorry, I’ll have my uncle deliver the goods the day after tomorrow; I have something to do.”
Parker Jace, about to ask Whitaker Scarlett to the movies, was cut short. Before he could feel disappointed, he caught the key point in Whitaker Scarlett’s words.
“Your uncle will deliver?”
That worked too. An uncle was a close relative. Being able to connect with Scarlett’s uncle would bring him closer to Scarlett, wouldn’t it? Despite only meeting Whitaker Scarlett four times, Parker Jace was incredibly smitten with her.
He had never seen such a beautiful girl. Whitaker Scarlett was stunning. No matter how many times he saw her, her exquisite, radiant beauty left Parker Jace speechless, its visual impact never diminishing. Her eyes sparkled, her waist was slender, her chest full… Such a perfect beauty, yet she spoke and acted with utmost propriety.
She wasn’t trying to act cute; it was simply her natural voice.
If she had deliberately acted cute, Parker Jace might have been overwhelmed, impulsively ordering 100 pounds of eels daily just to see Whitaker Scarlett.
It was this generosity and propriety that, while making Parker Jace act like a peacock trying to attract Whitaker Scarlett, prevented him from ever being frivolous with her.
You treat others how you want to be treated.
This rule applies to normal interactions. Parker Jace was a rather proud young man, but still within the realm of normalcy. Whitaker Scarlett couldn’t earn money while enduring someone’s advances; she was, after all, reborn, possessing a certain level of integrity.
“Yes, my uncle will deliver. Is that alright?”
Parker Jace wouldn’t dare say it was a problem.
Whitaker Scarlett smiled and said goodbye, and Parker Jace’s soul followed her.
When he came to his senses, Whitaker Scarlett was already disappearing down the Old city road on her bicycle. Parker Jace felt a pang of regret:
“I forgot to ask what she was doing.”
When he could have helped, he hadn’t been more attentive. How else could he show his capabilities?!
…
Whitaker Scarlett spent a week reviewing her high school textbooks.
She temporarily abandoned reviewing English and Politics; English didn’t require review. Her focus was on Math, Physics, Chemistry, and Biology. Since Biology carried a small percentage of the score, she essentially had to review Math, Physics, and Chemistry within a week.
Looking at the high school textbooks, she was surprised to find she still remembered parts of what she thought she’d forgotten.
For example, the 1984 math exam—she had graduated years ago, yet the memories were still stored in her brain, waiting for a trigger to slowly resurface. The same was true for other subjects. As she slowly reviewed, she refreshed her knowledge, recovering what she had learned in her past life.
Whitaker Scarlett was confident, but Carson was worried. While Whitaker Scarlett considered it a “review,” for Carson, it was Whitaker Scarlett’s first time “learning.”
High school knowledge was different in difficulty from middle school knowledge. Whitaker Scarlett’s middle school grades weren’t exceptionally good, and without a teacher’s guidance, Carson worried she wouldn’t understand the high school textbooks and would give up on the County East High School exam. When Whitaker Scarlett arrived at the school gate on her bicycle on the appointed day, Carson was finally relieved!
The scar on Whitaker Scarlett’s forehead was now just a faint mark. She had cut bangs to cover it. The air bangs popular among young girls in later years, paired with Whitaker Scarlett’s naturally stunning face, gave her a touch of innocence.
What could she do about her naturally striking appearance?
She was trying to be a proper person.
“Scarlett, you’re here.”
Carson vouched for Whitaker Scarlett, allowing the school gatekeeper to let her in. Whitaker Scarlett didn’t have her family accompany her for the exam. Elizabeth insisted she wear new clothes—cloth bought by William in the county town, sewn by Amanda using a borrowed sewing machine. The style wasn’t trendy, but her family didn’t want her wearing old clothes to County East High School, fearing she’d be looked down upon—a worry Whitaker Scarlett understood.
