Scott Livinus didn’t refuse. He selected a song, and as the music started, he rolled up his sleeves and leaned back on the sofa, his deep eyes slightly hooded.
When he reached the lyrics, *“You’re a bad, bad, bad woman, I’ve been so sincere to you,”* Sophia’s expression darkened. What was this sense of being targeted?
What was Scott trying to imply? Starting with the “Heartbreaker Woman” coffee earlier, his sarcasm had been relentless. Why did her blind date bother him so much? Was he trying to defend Henry?
As the words *“You’re a bad, bad, bad woman”* echoed repeatedly, Sophia was certain Scott was deliberately provoking her.
When the song ended, everyone applauded.
Everyone except Sophia, whose face remained blank, showing no reaction.
There was no denying that Scott’s deep, slightly raspy voice was magnetic. Without even considering his looks, his voice alone was captivating. Combined with his commanding presence, the performance was mesmerizing.
“Nancy, didn’t my big brother sing well?” she asked cheerfully.
Sophia raised an eyebrow. “It was… average.”
Scott handed the microphone directly to her, not even sparing her a glance. “Your turn.”
Sophia rarely sang—not because her voice was lacking, but because she was often too busy to practice. Although this world had many similarities to her previous one, the music repertoire wasn’t entirely the same. She might not know the local songs.
“I’ll check if there’s a song I know. If there is, I’ll sing,” Sophia replied under the watchful eyes of the group.
Sophia couldn’t help but be impressed by the high-end ATV. They even had a rather niche song that caught her attention.
When the title *“Old Traditional Doctor”* appeared on the screen, she sighed and pressed play.
The soft, unremarkable melody began playing, leaving everyone puzzled.
“Sophia, what song is this? I’ve never heard it before,” Nancy asked curiously.
Sophia smiled. “You’ll know soon enough.”
Suspicion lingered in the room as the title remained hidden. No one could guess what Sophia was about to sing until she began:
*“I’m an old traditional doctor, I specialize in handling big talkers.
Headaches, fevers, or low energy—it’s none of my business.
If you want to talk big, why not go fly a kite?
It’s cheap, thrilling, and stress-free!”*
The room fell silent in shock.
What was this ridiculous song? A comedic masterpiece?
Even more absurd was how perfectly the song seemed tailored for Sophia.
An old traditional doctor singing *“Old Traditional Doctor”?* The meta aspect was too uncanny.
And the lyrics? They were downright hilarious.
Nancy clapped furiously. “Sophia, you’re amazing! This is iconic!”
Despite the flat melody, Sophia’s cool and calm delivery added an inexplicable charm. Her stoic demeanor somehow elevated the absurdity of the song, making it more captivating than Scott’s emotionally charged *“Bad Woman.”*
Scott, sitting nearby, kept his expression neutral, though his mood was clearly complicated.
*“I’m an old traditional doctor, always smiling happily.
When I hear someone talking big, I give them a kick.
I’m an old traditional doctor, I take taxis everywhere.
Sometimes I even find two young lads to mess around with for fun!”*
The lyrics felt oddly personal—almost as if directed at him.
Scott’s face turned darker with each line.
—
After a night of singing, Sophia’s voice was hoarse.
She rode back with Scott, who drove her to a spot near the Scott family residence. Stepping out into the cool night air, Sophia shivered, feeling the world she was in growing increasingly distant.
Scott rolled down the car window and tapped his fingers against the frame. “You sing well.”
Sophia quipped, “Not as good as you, Mr. Scott. Your singing is heartfelt, a true expression of emotion.”
“You’re too modest.”
Sophia frowned slightly. Today’s Scott felt different—his actions, from sending the coffee to singing that song, were completely out of character. It was as if he was mocking her for going on a blind date.
“So, you think you’re justified in going on blind dates? Do you even know Logan ?”
“Whether I know him or not is none of your business. But you, Mr. Scott, should focus on your Miss Brown and stay out of my world.”
Scott’s frown deepened. “Are you saying I’m annoying?”
“Exactly. My words aren’t hard to understand. Mr. Scott, you and I should go our separate ways. Stop bothering me!”
With that, she walked away quickly.
Scott’s car caught up to her, and he rolled down the window again. “Sophia, you’re unbelievably foolish.”
The black sports car roared to life and sped away, vanishing in seconds.
The thick exhaust fumes lingering in the air were a testament to the driver’s mood.
Sophia frowned even more.
Her relationship with Scott was becoming increasingly odd. They were supposed to be nothing more than acquaintances.
This was not a good sign.
Whether the divorce terms were finalized or not, it was clear she couldn’t stay in the Scott family home any longer.
—
The next day, Sophia began packing her belongings. She decided to move out of the Scott family residence.
She didn’t have many clothes, preferring a minimalist lifestyle. She packed a few essentials, her books, and personal items related to her parents. The rest, she deemed unnecessary, would be discarded to lighten the moving load.
She planned to pack slowly, ensuring she wouldn’t be rushed when it was time to leave.
Her room was cluttered, and there weren’t any bags for packing. She decided to check the storage room on the second floor.
As she approached, she heard someone on the phone.
“Are you crazy? Are you trying to blackmail me?”
It was Scott Richard’s voice.
Sophia frowned. Who was Scott Richard talking to? Why did he sound so tense?
“I’m telling you! You’re not getting a penny! Go ahead and report me! Who’s going to prove I told you to do it?”
The other party must have said something alarming because Scott Richard’s tone grew increasingly frantic.
“What did you just say? How could you! I’m telling you, this isn’t over. If you dare spread lies, I won’t let you off!”
