She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 190

Scarlett’s POV

Well, okay if the “soon” is like five minutes!

I barely even sat down in bed before he came back. I didn’t even hear the sound of his engine coming closer. I didn’t hear anything until he opened the door. I mean, I didn’t notice if he had driven out at all because I was upset. Maybe he never even left.

“I’m still upset, even if you just left for five minutes!” I grumble to myself, counting the seconds after I heard him close the door downstairs.

I totally failed to suppress my lips from curving up.

I didn’t think he would come back. I mean, it’s Ava’s life at stake. I was surprised enough that he didn’t ask me to go and help her.

I don’t know if he would come back if I wasn’t pregnant, but even if he did it mostly for the baby...

Maybe we do have a chance at making the marriage work.

I didn’t know he cared about the baby so much. After hanging up with Ava, the jerk dragged me for a million questions about the baby. I didn’t know one could be so curious about so plain things. The whole time he kept his palm on my belly, hoping to catch it if the baby kicked.

The baby needs sleep! At least I did!

Other things aside, his interest in the baby IS reassuring. I see his effort, and I--

What’s taking him so long?

The moment I realized something was wrong, it was already minutes after I heard the lock on the door. The door definitely opened once, and then closed. But he is not coming up. No one is.

That just might be the best part because if it’s a robber...

The second that idea pops into my head, my body stiffens with fear. I dare not to even turn and look at my bedroom door, unsure of what a monster I would see. If I turn and see a pair of eyes staring at me, I’d freak out!

But I can’t. I don’t have the luxury to be weak! I remember my baby, and instantly, worry overtakes fear. I have to do something!

I launch myself out of bed and slam the bedroom door, turning the lock round twice before I dash to the window and lock it, too.

Safe, for now.

The only silver lining is that I sat in the dark, and they might not know that anyone was at home.

I hide under the curtain, only to realize that I left my phone downstairs...on purpose...I was upset and I didn’t want to pick up any calls from Sebastian.

I can’t think of anything in the bedroom that can be used as a weapon.

I sneakily crawl in the direction of the closest -- the best location to hide anyway -- on my limbs. The closest opens quietly, and just with one look I know that my chance at finding a weapon here is very low. I know where everything is in this house, and--

A strange box catches my attention. It wasn’t here. It shouldn’t be here. It’s my box holding all my art stuff from when I took art as a major. I forgot about it when I packed all my things away because it was left forgotten in some dark corner of the basement. So why is it here?

Did Sebastian put it here?

Why?

The box is clean without a shred of dust. Someone dug it out of the dusty basement, cleaned it and put it here -- the bedroom, where none of anything in the box would ever be needed. I open the huge box, and see my messy tools and paintings and some small sculptures all neatly organized. In the corner was my pencil case.

In it should be a utility knife! Please, let it be!

There is!

I grab the utility knife, feeling the enormous courage its tiny, thin, not-so-sharp edge gives me. The baby’s life and I depend on it now!

Whoever put it here really saved us.