The Silent Pact of Love with a Billionaire-Chapter 4

Bar

The pounding music is deafening, and the dance floor is bathed in dazzling lights as young men and women wildly sway to the rhythm.

Scarlett White sits in a corner booth, drinking one glass after another.

Suddenly, her wrist is grabbed, and the glass in her hand is taken away.

Scarlett White turns her head and sees the flushed face of the person, wearing a glamorous yellow straight skirt with a high-end fur coat draped over it. With golden long leather gloves held in both hands, and long curls gathered to one side, she sits elegantly across from Scarlett White, exuding an air of sophistication.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the party? Why are you here?" Amy Bond asks, her alcohol-flushed face breaking into a playful smile.

Scarlett White gazes at the discarded glass Amy Bond put aside and smirks, "This time, it's a female celebrity."

"Don't cry foul with that gloomy face! You're just torturing yourself. It's been five years and you still won't give up!" Amy Bond scolds, staring at Scarlett White.

"So, it's been five years..." Scarlett White murmurs, as if answering Amy Bond, but more like talking to herself.

"Yes, five years!" Amy Bond adds insult to injury, "Congratulations on being a living widow for five years."

Scarlett White grabs the bottle on the table and chugs it down.

The burning sensation of the liquor makes tears well up in her eyes. "Cough, cough!"

"Enough!" Amy Bond can't bear to watch and takes the bottle away.

"Amy, do you think I'm despicable too? Knowing that he has changed, yet standing there like an idiot, thinking that he'll come back one day, foolishly believing that his actions are just to retaliate against me."

Amy Bond looks at Scarlett White silently crying with her knees hugged, feeling a twinge of pain in her heart.

"If you care so much about him, why not tell him everything about that year? What are you two now? Riding the trend of hidden marriage? He's a wealthy eligible bachelor, and you, a virtuous wife, helping him pick up girls, flirt, and be filial to elders?"

"I can't say," Scarlett White blinks her eyes and mutters, "I promised them..."

Watching her in this state, Amy Bond is both angry and heartbroken. She gets up to settle the bill, and when she returns, Scarlett White has already fallen asleep.

"Fool," Amy Bond sighs, "Even after death, why are you still guarding this secret?"

...

After putting the drunken Scarlett White into the car, Amy Bond's phone rings cheerfully.

"Level one alert, your high ground is about to be occupied by the enemy, please reply upon receipt!"

Listening to the elevated screams from the other end, Amy Bond rubs her ear, "Matthew Qin, speak in plain language!"

"... Your buddy is cozying up with a Chinese girl in a suite at the Marriott Hotel."

"Are you sure in the middle of the night?"

"If I'm wrong, you can chop off my head and use it as a soccer ball."

Amy Bond glances at Scarlett White lying motionless, torn between catching the cheaters and taking care of her drunk friend.

"So, are you coming or not? If not, I'm leaving."

"Go, of course, go! Let me see how I handle that pair of cheaters!"

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Marriott Hotel entrance

Amy Bond had just opened the car door when a pink figure rushed towards her.

"Lady, if you don't hurry, the show will be over!"

Amy Bond gave Matthew Qin, who was dressed flamboyantly, a kick. "Lower your voice; Scarlett White is sleeping!"

"Scarlett White is here too?" Matthew Qin turned his head and saw Scarlett White sitting in the passenger seat. She was wearing a red deep V-neck dress with black hair cascading down, creating a stark visual contrast with her fair skin. Even someone like him, accustomed to the world of glamour, couldn't help feeling a bit fascinated.

Amy Bond swatted away Matthew Qin's wandering hands from Scarlett White's face. "Since when did you start liking women?"

Matthew Qin awkwardly scratched his nose and changed the subject, "Who hurt her this time?"

"What do you think?" Amy Bond shot him a look. "In this world, besides Neil Davis, who else has that kind of power?"

"Ah, when it comes to our lady friend, every day's drama could make it to Us Weekly."

Amy Bond pushed him away. "Enough of your nonsense. Did you really see my husband?"

"Could it be fake?" Matthew Qin's eyes widened, and he pointed to the hotel behind them. "That sexy bald guy isn't someone anyone can portray so vividly. If you don't believe me, let's rush up and catch him off guard!"

Staring at Matthew Qin, who seemed quite confident, Amy Bond hesitated between exposing the affair and taking care of her drunken friend.

"Lead the way!"

...

Scarlett White had a dream, or so she thought—it felt so real. In a moment of realization, she remembered it was six years ago at dusk...

An unfamiliar villa, unfamiliar people.

She walked into the study and saw a woman rising from the sofa—very beautiful, with deep brown long curls, elegant in speech and demeanor, the typical wealthy housewife.

"Martin, my secretary, should have informed you of the situation."

The woman smiled warmly, "Don't worry; I've arranged everything. During this time, you will go abroad."

Outside the villa, a car horn suddenly sounded.

The woman looked surprised and quickly told Scarlett White, "My husband is here. Don't let him see you..."

In the stairwell, the steady footsteps of a man approached.

"It's too late; go hide behind the bookshelf."

Scarlett White had just hidden behind the bookshelf when the study door opened. The light was dim, and a stretched-out figure moved on the floor.

The woman had already walked up to him, "Honey, why are you here?"

"I left some documents here last time." A very deep, magnetic voice, filled with the mature charm of a man.

Scarlett White breathed lightly, fearing any outside observer would notice.

The scene suddenly shifted in the dream. She walked out of a hospital, and a secretary-like young man greeted her.

"Was it successful this time?"

Scarlett White nodded, thinking of the cold machine just now, holding her stomach. "You promised me..."

"Don't worry, Miss White. The lady said she would keep her promise until you give birth."

Scarlett White bit her lip. "Mr. Martin, I haven't contacted my family for four months..."

Secretary Martin understood her thoughts but could only say, "Miss White, you promised initially—before giving birth."

"I know, but I..."

"Sorry, Miss White."

The scene shifted again. She lay on a hospital bed, caressing her prominently protruding belly. Her phone rang; she answered, and it was Secretary Martin calling.

"Miss White, I hope you're mentally prepared for what I'm about to say... Today, the lady planned to meet you after returning from a business trip to Thailand. However, just now, the international flight she was on malfunctioned and crashed, and there were no survivors among the passengers. So..."