“You don’t call me Brother Kay, and I’m happy about that. You don’t need to apologize either.”
Whitaker Scarlett hadn’t even noticed.
But the same term applied to Kay meant distance.
Kay didn’t want to be Whitaker Scarlett’s ” older brother”; he wanted to be her man!
Perhaps it was the hand-holding at the train station, or perhaps it was Kay’s deliberate embrace, but when they met again, Whitaker Scarlett had unconsciously started calling Kay by his full name.
“You’re too cunning!”
Whitaker Scarlett thought she was worldly-wise, yet she was always outmaneuvered by Kay.
Kay, a native of the 1980s, only 20 years old, how could he be so shrewd?
Whitaker Scarlett glared at Kay, but her gaze was soft and lacked killing intent. Kay, on the other hand, was overjoyed.
“Yes, I’m cunning. I admit it!”
Chasing a wife was like waging war. Strategically despise the enemy, tactically value the enemy… He held firm to the belief that embracing Whitaker Scarlett would make her his wife, but the specific process of chasing her required him to use every trick in the book. Until he grew old with his wife and outlasted all rivals, he would never be at ease!
Kay didn’t retort, so what could Whitaker Scarlett do?
She was now the unreasonable one. The woman sitting opposite them looked disapprovingly at Whitaker Scarlett. When Kay went to buy food, the woman sighed meaningfully:
“Your boyfriend is so good to you. A man being good to a woman is a blessing. You should cherish it.”
The woman’s unspoken message was: Don’t act up just because you’re pretty and make us less attractive women envious.
Whitaker Scarlett smiled and nodded.
Night fell. The dim light in the carriage wasn’t suitable for reading. Whitaker Scarlett chatted with Kay. He was good at creating a lively atmosphere, and Whitaker Scarlett became increasingly relaxed. As time passed, the passengers gradually quieted down. Whitaker Scarlett felt sleepy and unknowingly leaned her head against Kay’s shoulder, falling asleep.
Once he was sure she was asleep, Kay gently lowered her upper body, resting her head on his lap, trying to make her as comfortable as possible.
Her warm breath was on his leg. Kay had seen many good things since childhood, but he had never felt this happy. From the day he met Whitaker Scarlett, that glance in the alleyway in Greenfield County, Whitaker Scarlett had crashed into Kay’s vision, leaving an indelible mark in a domineering way!
Even just quietly spending time with Whitaker Scarlett without doing anything, he felt completely immersed in blissful joy.
Three things cannot be hidden: a cough, poverty, and love. His affection for Whitaker Scarlett was evident to everyone!
Whitaker Scarlett woke up and didn’t dare to look at Kay. She realized she had fallen asleep on his lap, and there was a suspicious mark on his knee—was it drool from her sleep?
Whitaker Scarlett was on the verge of a breakdown. How could she drool in her sleep? Didn’t she always sleep well?
Kay showed no signs of teasing her about sleeping on his lap, which made it easier for Whitaker Scarlett to stay instead of fleeing in embarrassment.
This situation added a hint of ambiguity to their atmosphere. Previously, Whitaker Scarlett could afford to not take Kay seriously because she felt at ease in her heart, but now it seemed there was something unspeakable added to the mix.
This time, arriving in Sablewick was not in the early morning but in the evening.
Whitaker Scarlett was already familiar with Sablewick. She didn’t have to worry about dangers near the train station because Kay was with her.
This time, Sanders Wren didn’t need to act as a guide; Kay could easily carry several bags by himself.
Amanda didn’t ask for the money Whitaker Scarlett had borrowed back, and Elizabeth knew that she needed a substantial amount for her purchases, so she didn’t stop making money. Before Whitaker Scarlett left, she had moved to Harborfield and was eager to make several trips to the oil factory in a day. The oil residue that had piled up like a small mountain had been reduced by Elizabeth, who was selling it everywhere. This time, when Whitaker Scarlett set out, Elizabeth gave her another 300 dollars.
Last time, she had brought back over 1,800 dollars. Whitaker Scarlett spent 120 dollars on rent, and after moving, she bought bedding, sheets, and kitchenware, leaving her with a neat sum of 1,600 dollars. Adding the 300 dollars from Elizabeth, this time Whitaker Scarlett took out 1,900 dollars.
Of course, over 600 of that belonged to Amanda .
Amanda didn’t want her share of the money, but Whitaker Scarlett reinvested both the principal and interest into her second round of purchases.
With nearly 2,000 dollars in capital, Whitaker Scarlett could buy more goods than the first time. Sweaters with lace trim at the neckline and colorful beads sewn on the chest sold well, and green maple leaf sweaters were also popular, but Whitaker Scarlett didn’t plan to stock up on them this time. Her goods sold quickly, relying on unique styles; selling two pieces of the same color was manageable, and in the vast commercial city, it was hard to run into someone wearing the same outfit.
One style could easily require dozens of pieces, but she wasn’t doing wholesale!
Scarcity makes things valuable; when something is abundant, it loses its worth. If it weren’t for the uniqueness, could Whitaker Scarlett’s sweaters really sell for over thirty dollars each?
